You can sense it
smell it, see it
clean clear cloudless
days of earth's quickening
the energy, bursting energy
in pale shades
soft new shades
emerge from the ground
with boundless conviction
spring whispers to them
run, run to the sun
end winter's rule
tender tendrils stretch
holding hands, dancing
in the woodlands
marsh and thicket.
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