just when we feel forgotten
amid an intransigent winter
ice breaks
and living water gushes
drenching the soil and our souls
bringing a cacophony of geese and crane voices
crocus and sage sightings
sun on our faces
warm breezes on our skin
dusty and dormant fragments
of our hearts
are welcomed into this flourishing
– emkh, 22apr2018
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