Tulip tree popping
in the early morning
sidelong light
Looking all bright and Springy
in the stillness of chilly air
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How is it Winter’s passing
in deluge or fits and starts
is sung so sweetly at bitter end
By light and happy birds
winging crazily in praise
dancing to their own bird song?
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How is it my Spirit soars
as if I were one of them?
Upon the end of winter’s nod and blink
buds of purple, plum and pink
appeared and opened to share fragrance
Sweet enough to match the beauty
more intense than one would think
Like lotus floating in the air
tulip blossoms suddenly there
On the tree that sat with knobby twig
through winter’s short days
cold, rain, or fair
Spring awaits no clock or human
just blossoms forth when it can
Little squirrel
was movin’ slow
It was winter
don’tcha know?
Mornin’ sun
called out to him
Look, look squirrel
a new day closer to Spring!
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Happy Imbolc!
when the rains have called
for even the newest blossoms to fall
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My cheeks are washed
by Earth’s tears
Shed for all her children
and even for herself
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Choices made
in the ease of ignorance
and the arrogance of youth or greed
Foretell storms of anguish
yet Spring is arriving on their heels
