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Spring Comes to the Land and the Soul

It's a trickle;
subtly flowing as it thaws,
presumptuously, season-change's sickle
cuts off the winter's chilling cause.

It's a stream;
channeling an icy liquid gate,
pursuing its persistent, annual theme,
watery welcome to the verdure we await.

It's a torrent;
little trickle that brought hope,
now rushing boisterously without warrant,
with which only Infinite Power can cope.

Is this the way;
to the green and golden goal,
where dreams and longings see the light of day,
and spring comes to the land or to the soul?

04/04/2011 Carol Morfitt
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