Monday, March 21, 2011

In the quiet of this new spring morning
         Nature is awakening.
Sounds of life where cold darkness reigned.
The night rains have washed away all traces of Winter
The wind and thunder hastening its departure.
Trees are remembering their purpose,
Yellow buds push thier heads though half-frozen earth,
  Demanding attention.
Reminding us of the promise of renewal.

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