springs of March

renewed in the springs of March
my new avatar
is but a shadow of my previous one
I prefer it this way
a plastic smile
doesn't fail me
mechanical motion
is good for the soul
real and virtual merge at a point
I grin at the nonsensical things
somewhere in the falsified life
I feel a tremulous breeze blowing
which wraps around me
engulfs this avatar, strips it bare
leaves me with the older version
I fall in love with myself yet again
Isn't March great to be a birth month?

leafy tale----Writers Island

This time the prompt is to write about renewal.

I have stayed too long up here
swaying softly in sweet scented zephyr.
sensing the movement of sap
in my lucid veins
my alteration to crimson, ginger and russet,
the vibrant emerald of my youth waning.

I enjoyed the freedom of sway,
suppleness for a time,
the buzzing of bees,
the smell of my blossom cousins,
wonder of fruit laden trees
bent double with the bounty.

however, one has to move on.
sap has frozen in my veins
thoughts of softly drifting down
and touching the earth below me -
only seen till date but never felt -
brings peace to my mind.

letting loose my grip
I slowly make myself glide to lie
silently with my older sisters,
feeling the tender prod of worms
I toss back into earth, dreaming again
of budding blossoms in the spring.

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