The Gathering
As the morning frost recedes
life abounds all around,
In wait;
yellow grasses, shrubs, maples, and oaks
promise an impossible,
spectrum of green,
birds of every sort gather
in celebration
their sweet melodies carried
by a cool breeze
beckon
new life, new hopes, new dreams;
new possibilities
in this intimate moment
of all time
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