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Sweet Spring

Sweet Spring, you precious dear. Sweet Spring, you lovely, shy sister. Sweet Spring, you powerful and understated wonder.

Sweet Spring, you beckon beyond the snow-trimmed tree line. Sweet Spring, you whisper along the rays of sunshine pouring into my window.

Sweet Spring, your temper tosses the pines, shallow roots upturned. Sweet Spring, you saturate the green patches and swell the streams.

Oh, Sweet Spring, how I smile when I take in your breeze!

Oh, Sweet Spring, how I am filled with joy as the first shoots emerge!

You know, my lovely friend, we've prayed for you each grey day. We dreamed of you, as we've seeded trays and sketch garden plots.

Oh, Sweet Spring, with your Celtic tunes and your layers made light. We sway as we step, we hum as we toil.

Oh, Sweet Spring, what joy you bring.

(first blooms, our first year at the cottage)


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