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She Is The Spring

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Her winter is gone,
but quiet remains
blown in on the breeze
and washed ashore
on the doorstep
along with last year’s

She turns over
blinking at the sun,
waking in her time
as feelings of warmth
begin to settle in
and sway through her

Her face fills
with color and life,
dreary dreams of cold
have melted since
the songs have migrated
home again to nest

Stretching now she smiles,
around her there
is motion, alive and serious
about its business
while in celebration,
having waited for her

Out of bed, covers tossed,
she is fresh-faced
and ready to greet
all those in anxious waiting
to share in barefoot glee
her wondrous blooming


Written by 2ndhandsoul

June 3, 2008 at 5:20 pm

Posted in poetry

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