Gauge

Regardless of the calendar, I think
that spring begins when I hear sprinklers spray.
The system’s set to let the garden drink
3 times a week, and as of yesterday,
its switch is flipped to operate the way
intended: early morning; minutes – 10.
If winter’s rain and fall is school, I say
the sprinklers sing the start of spring again.

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