Multiple Sclerosis · Nature

The Season of Fiddleheads

The complexity of a Seasons change
Is simplicity to Nature’s ways

As the northern wind holds strong
a seasonal game of tug of war begins
turning days into extremes
casting shadows through sun beams.

Spring is in the air and mud is everywhere

waters spill and seeds grow
life begins anew
as I watch these marvals
behind painted panes
too ill to go out

animals couplet making babies

and I remember…
Tis the season for Fiddleheads
mud pies and dog shit.

care for a reading

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