Naked rose bushes devoid of both flowers and leaves
Scratch my legs and arms
Their thorns from a summer gone-by
Stubbornly reaching for my attention
Sweat blossoms from winter dormant pores
Across my chest, face, and arms
Creating streams, rivulets, and torrents
Washing clean the crevasses of inactivity
My addiction to Oxygen grows more evident
With each step upward
Stairways ascending steep hills
Crisscross the Indiana backcountry
Hints of newborn green
Like fragrance brushing the eyes
With scents of color, painting
anew this black and white and brown world.
The first migratory birds have arrived
Praising the end of winter
Finding mates, building homes
As I pass by alone
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