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Season of Rebirth

We must not rebuke the winds conspiring Together in early spring to bring us mirth The songs of trembling leaves inspiring We must not rebuke the winds conspiring The oaks and sycamores rapidly attiring Reminding us spring is the season of rebirth We must not rebuke the winds conspiring Together in early spring to bring us mirth.
written April 25, 2022

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Date: 4/30/2022 2:55:00 PM
I like this way of looking at the working of mother nature. Well written! Bill
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/30/2022 3:05:00 PM
Thank you, Bill, for your thoughtful insight.
Date: 4/25/2022 10:44:00 PM
The poetry is superb, Milt, so visual, I like the form you chose here.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/26/2022 7:26:00 AM
Thanks so much, harry. I really enjoy writing triolets.
Date: 4/25/2022 9:14:00 PM
This poem has conspired to be inspiring and it succeeds.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/26/2022 7:26:00 AM
Thanks, Caren. I enjoy writing triolets.
Date: 4/25/2022 5:41:00 PM
Spring really is the most beautiful of the seasons and it certainly brings a feeling of rebirth.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/25/2022 7:24:00 PM
Indeed, it does, and I think it also restores our sense of mirth from the dark and gloomy days of winter. Thanks, Marco.

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