Spring comes wearing a cape of sun,
a veil of warmth upon its back
then each footstep unlocks unfrozen
winter’s crown of ice-snow track
and in spring’s hands, scattered rain
for softer ground and sinking grass
the seeds take root, the birds return,
familiar green is worn at last
Beautiful.Spring is truly on her way. Hugs, Barbara
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