glory

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Spring comes early in Santa Barbara 

clovers and dandelions and ferns and trees glow green 

oranges abound. 

tazettas and bunch-flower daffodils begin to bloom 

while the monarchs make their home in the Goleta grove

 

The blue bird ruffles his feathers at me as I watch him eat his food 

“What are you looking at?” his inquisitive eyes probe. 

Nothing. 

Everything. 

Glory.