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Friday, September 7, 2007

Spring has come


She stirs, half dreaming

not quite awake

A tremor ripples through the earth

Consciousness rises in gossamer waves

touches her peach blossom cheek

Air sighs - it’s a gentle breath

Eyes flicker open – heaven’s blue

And sunshine drips upon her brow

She yawns, stretches, reaching up

Within the roots sap rises

Lifts herself from her bed

The lands emerges to embrace her

Hands through hair

Leaves unfold

Smiles, stepping forth

Flowers spring in her wake.


She is woken from her slumber now

Risen from the dreamtime

Spring has come again.



(Image... courtesy of a Google image search, regrettably, I have no plum tree in my garden...)

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