spring,
it’s an emotion.
it's an ending
and a fresh start.
it's the hopeful
flower of your eye,
blooming with its back
to the browning snow.
it's the calming
voice of the warming wind
and the newly melted ice
trickling through
the muddied streets
of a thawing heart.
it holds me again
in flowing hands
and lifts me up once more
to my mother, the sun.
it’s an emotion.
it's an ending
and a fresh start.
it's the hopeful
flower of your eye,
blooming with its back
to the browning snow.
it's the calming
voice of the warming wind
and the newly melted ice
trickling through
the muddied streets
of a thawing heart.
it holds me again
in flowing hands
and lifts me up once more
to my mother, the sun.
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