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An Ode to Spring

Hold fast to hope through winter’s snows,
Through cold and dark and wind that blows,
For surely deep beneath the earth
The plans are laid for spring’s rebirth,
As even now the snowdrop grows.

Soon ice will melt ‘til creek o’erflows,
And blossoms’ scent will tease the nose;
The birds will sing for all they’re worth.
Hold fast to hope!

We soon will shed these bulky clothes
And feel the grass between our toes;
Commune again with Mother Earth
As sunshine’s warmth fills us with mirth.
Spring is just waiting in repose;
Hold fast to hope!

©Linda E. Newman Linda E. Newman
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