Belonging
sweet prim rose of Spring
scent to make a soul sing
Wind broom beckons teasingly
Sweeping petal perfume free
Smells awaken with delight
Complementing sensual sight
To touch to stroke to taste to feel
Alive to Mother Nature’s seasons
A part of knowing growing reasons
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