I went out into the misty March sun,
The ground still cold and soil soaked
But the champagne light
Was finally high enough -
A diluted prayer
Of grey gold
Where monochrome thoughts had been,
That my restrained hope,
So often pressed against glass,
Tilted back,
Ready for the sip.
LJ Ireton 2024
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