Spring Arrives

Snow on Pine Branch

It’s not like you flip a switch and here it is,
full-blown, with lush greens, tulips in blossom.
Spring is more subtle than that, refined,
you might say.  She glides in slowly,
sometimes mild and sunny, sometimes
cloaked in rain and snow.  But her light
proclaims what her weather may not say,
and new birds were singing at her dawn.
Keep faith.  These are but her first hours.
Spring has miracles up her sleeve.

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