Past vision opens out into
spring arriving just in time
to turn the tides of winter blues
into these hues of changing atmosphere.
The sun burns bright and warm
right through the cool of Northern winds
ascending and descending
in the nature of all innocence.
The grass has turned into
that often takes a breath away
returning it enhanced within a breeze
of living memory that seeks
its essence in the moment now.
A scent of earth
still damp and moist
from all the melted snow
awakens and enlivens every step
upon this path we choose to tread
and treading, seek to mend and heal
the many wounds that winter
brought to bear.
Just in time
the love arrives
? Michaelette ?
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