My morning jog was conducted under overcast skies of tasteless soliloquy.
As the clouds whirled above my mobile legs
- weightless, washed-up -
I recognized these as the beginnings of this year's St. Patrick's Day.
St. Patrick's Day elicits the dawn of all things green.
It never ceases to electrify and captivate me.
I am gladly rolling the red carpet out for Spring,
the fickle, but oh so lovely mistress.