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The premiere of spring
dawn sneaks
through the curtains
sun-rays
tap gently
my eyelids
radio-news rustles
about the first lamb triplets
wishing
half awake
with my head
on my pillow
spring
isn't just a dream
spring persists
she enlists
a birds- choir
for a beautiful sing
more sun
for a heartwarming swing
trees
to show off
in fresh glorious green
winter's downstream
drowns in spring perfumes
crawling shy inside
through the open window
slowly returning
to the upcoming day
my eyes gaze
a dream encircles
the curtains
briefly hover
on and off
touched
by a soft spring breeze
I smell
spectacular fragrances
I hear
glorious symphonies
I see
snatches of the budding tree
in the backyard
I sense
intense
earliest spring-moments
in the air
©Ellie Daphne
2/24/2013
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