Winter breaks
And my heart too
Soft and tender shoots
Bursting, thirsting towards the shining
And even the snow delights in the melting
Of this meeting
While inside
The mountains sigh
As their winter coat is lifted
And their silent song is carried
By the birds once more
The river smooths her gown
For the heron’s landing
And we are all folded in
The silence of her silvery charms
Content in our yearning
Easy to be
Gathering mossy poems
To nest in quiet branches
Gentle and safe
Like the arms of a sweet-lipped lover
Spring calls.

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