Grey sky, green leaves

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I nurture all my natural abilities.

I cultivate what I want to grow.

Walking to the Metro this morning,
cranky winter slaps back down impatient spring.
Yellow-green leaflets taunt light snow flurries.
Another chance to don the full-length down coat.
A fifteen minute delay of trains is announced.
I hunker down with the book that is absorbing me.

Overhead, pigeons and seagulls shiver in the trees.
Then, two hot-blooded crows rocket across the sky.

Without reality, what would we transcend?

I find the best in myself and others.