In the clear light of spring
a fresh hope gleams.
With a sweet birdsong
at the birth of days.

I wake from winter sleep's
pall of dark dreams,
Rising, squinting
in the morning gold rays.

As green buds burst on trees,
no longer bare,
At last,
after the long silence of snow,
Urgent sounds of life
sing in the crisp air.

To music in the melting water's flow.
Making promises
of the summer sun,
In warm beams,
though shadows are still too cold,

Nature knows,
the battle is nearly won,
When frost turns dew
as winter loses hold.
Spring has brought new hope!
~~Author Unknown~~

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