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| Image: G. Brannan |
A soft rain falls upon the garden
coaxing life from winter’s sleep.
The birds return, reverse migration
in their song lies winter’s pardon;
as season shares an invitation
that we, in turn, attempt to reap.
Lilac, dogwood, rhododendron—
the apple blossoms drift like snow…
they share again their ageless story,
as in succession, so they grow.
The Spring explodes in all her glory
and we embrace her bright tableaux.
© Ginny Brannan 2017
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