Spring

                        I slip from my sleep into a warm world,

                        bathed in refreshing golden light

                        I dance over the freshly-dewed grass

                        and rejoice in the small, unopened buds

                        Dressed in pale green and warm red-brown,

                        I run to and fro discovering the beauty of life again

                        After waiting for months, I sing out

                        in the language of the leaves brushing together

                        and laugh aloud with the melodies

                        of water conversing with stones in the stream

                        Lightly, I tread over the soft earth

                        and coax the seedlings to come out and play

                        I welcome all with open arms

                        back into a world of love and life.

January 2, 2000

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