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Spring

Drew Hurley

The winds of March
dry the icy firmament of Winter
and blow cat whiskers
of frost from the land.
Heat rises from the bosom
of the earth to meet
the sunlight of warmth
in the sky
and trigger
blossoms of dogwood,
wisteria, honeysuckle,
and morning-glory
to signal the beginning
of Spring.

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The color of life
is green.
Where once was a parched
field of dead, brown grass
there suddenly emerges
a sea of verdant
life.

Green, green;
I want you green.
Green for life.
Green for growth.
Green for love.

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The oak trees
perfume the air
with the pungent scent
of their prolific pollen.
Squirrels emerge
from their winter dens
and forage for a fresh
food supply to last them
until the next harvest.
Birds take command
of the skies.
Owls, hawks, woodpeckers,
cardinals and jays
fill the void of silence
left by Winter
with the distinctive
sounds of their
unique voices.

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The somber serenade
of crickets
pierces the darkness
of night as a melodic
counterpoint to the cheery
birdsong sounds
of day.

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Green, green;
I want you green.
Green for life.
Green for growth.
Green for love.

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Life celebrates
the passage of another winter.
Love is in the air.
Everywhere life
is flourishing.
The world is as it should be.
Spring is the season
for growth;
the season
for love.

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Seasons change
and life goes on.
This year is different from last year;
and yet much the same.
Spring is the time
of warmth,
of life.
Spring is the time
of growth,
of love.

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Green, green;
I want you green.
Green for life.
Green for growth.
Green for love.

Spring



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