Clouds, dark and grey, stormy
Wind, calm and moist
Will it be?
Winter’s first snowflake?
Meditations On The Season, Beginning Anew
Eyes, darting around, then lock
Glance away, then lock, again
Hearts pounding, palms sweaty
Will it be?
A first kiss?
Anticipation
For what you want
For what you love
Familiar, but new
Anticipation
For outfield grass, mowed to perfection
For foul lines, set with chalk
For infield dirt, reddish brown
Deep, deep reddish brown
Familiar, but new
Anticipation
For sliders
And fastballs
And change ups
And cutters
And curveballs
Those sexy, mystifying curveballs
Familiar, but new
Anticipation
For the dives
And leaps
And backhand grabs
For pirouetting shortstops
And seam-splitting first basemen
Stretching, stretching, stretching, stretching
Familiar, but new
Anticipation
For the pitchers duel
And the high-scoring affair
And the late-inning game knotted at three
Tension building
Familiar, but new
Anticipation
For what you want
For what you love
For baseball
Familiar, but new
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