robin in sweetgum
a nest of twigs and dead leaves
how soon May will hatch.
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spring sings in my veins
soon I'll wake to a new world
hyacinths swelling
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wanting a new life
rearranging everything
old ghosts whispering
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a whole week of rain
blossoms on the sweetgum tree
a springtime shiver
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singing a new song
finding my voice deep within
a lone dove at dawn
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