Spring is Coming
Bathed in liquid buttery sunshine
Feeder cloistered with the ferns
Wrapped around green tendrils
Caressed as mellow winds
Wildflowers blowing lace
An alter
Pink flowers in every pew
Tilted to the sun
Some are brand new
Drying grass
Greying and fading from the top
Curviest leaves standing alone
Waiting to drop
There is a pine or two
Thrusting up
To get the first view
Of spring all new
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