My ground is covered
With sweet gum balls
My bare feet hate stepping on them and
I know my neighbors wish they were gone
However
The Goldfinches
Carolina chickadees and
Carolina wrens
Thank me with song
The sun is returning more each day
Chasing the darkness and my blues away
I run to bask in the rays of light
Screaming
As each gum ball pierces my skin
Smiling
As I stumble upon my daffodils
The harbingers of spring
Drenched and bent like
Horns
In all their golden glory.
💫Amber Comber
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