Spring (Poem by Linda Pastan)
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Spring
Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,
her torn
veil of mist,
of light rain,
blowing
her dandelion
breath
in our ears;
and we forgive her,
turning from
chilly winter
ways,
we throw off
our faithful
sweaters
and open
our arms.
~ Linda Pastan
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Spring…the garments of repentance fling…for the bird of youth has but a little time to fly, and low, the bird is on the wing….❤️
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