Early Spring

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I am consistently amazed 

at the level to which

She is attuned to 

The initial faint whispers of an early spring.

She is energized by growth, renewal, birth, becoming

Rising abuzz with the essence of youth emerging

Eyes wider to the lighter greens still yearning for longer days

Rejoicing in the golden glowing morning

Savoring the mild hesitation of the lilac dusk

She awakens eagerly as the earth does, overcoming grey slumber

Opens her arms in unison with the blue and orange flowers.

She welcomes the new beginnings with a warm embrace.

As she finds her home and hope in the blooming of a new young spring,

I find mine in her, and follow her into the soft, warm, dew-dappled morning.


02/28/2022


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