A stirring promise sets upon the lingering cold wind.
Earth a young maiden has
arrived at her time.
She comes dressed in
white,
ready and bearing chandler’s
torches.
The verdant vigor is rattled
from its roost by her morning light
which directs the
way for our anticipation.
Our hearts begin to
sing again, longing and looking to a certainty that life will return,
growing within the belly
of the land
and suckling at
the breasts of Spring.
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