Kathy Jacobs

Spring Fever

In response to the lovely Kathy Jacobsone-line poem prompt.


Yellows, greens, pinks spring — ATCHOO! — up from damp earth overnight, and I stood in the breeze — ATCHOO!— warm for a second before a shiver — ATCHOO! — runs up my spine, trees rustle letting — AAA — loose new limbs stretching languorously — ATCHOO! — in the warming sun.

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