Tuesday, June 12, 2007


This springtime
With new arrivals
I feel the newness
Touching me.

I breathe it in,
Taste its sweetness
And plant it’s
Seed in my

Loving it.
Nurturing it
It becomes more
Than just a thought.

It becomes who I am
And it reflects in those
Around me.

Through smiles
And words.
It fills the air

And continues to
Travel for miles
Until it’s time
For it to rest
Till next year.

18 April 2000 5:50pm

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