Spring
Inhaled the
conversion,
From starry night
To dreamy dawn.
The mist leaden
breath,
Saturated fragrance,
Exhaled in the
lulling light.
Spring, expectation.
The awakening trumpet.
A herald of life
renewable.
The faint echo
planted,
In furrows ploughed
to ripen,
The voices of the
bountiful.
And to walk, to live,
Amidst the leaf swept
ways,
The higher sun,
In the heavens and
the heart.
Illuminating
confidence
In the pastoral
season.
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