Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 

Now it's spring

Heard the birds chirping outside,
so delicately and light,
each note hover,
just beyond my window’s edge.

The first day of spring,
and maybe it actually felt like it,

I breathed deep,
taking in all the air I could.

I can. I can. I can feel the winter leave my body.

And I am happy. Happy. Finally.



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