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Spring

 

Listen to the spring: arriving

Discreetly, like a masterpiece

Of understatement, noticed when

The chilly air melts in our hands.

Then longer days of time relax

And pass their message to the world.

This is no moment to forget

But, by nature of reminder,

A step upon the path we tread

Towards our better selves and lives.

◄ Listening to Tippett

Vacuum cleaners at twenty paces ►

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 20th Feb 2021 17:43

My thanks to Bramwell, Aviva, Holden and Nazia for liking this poem. Today it was 18 degrees and it felt like Spring has sprung, although winter may still have a sting in its tale.

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