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“Second Spring”

Freeze first yields to thaw
And the mornings abundant
Only to reclaim from anxious hands
Its eternal due.

The spring comes again–
This time it’s stronger.
Celebrations are muted:
We’ve seen this before.

But deep in the earth
The expectant kernels
Cast off their mourning
And rise, finally, without shame.

In hearts, as in furrows,
The life gives its notice
That time has now come
At long last.

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Words and Images ©2014 Bill LaBrie

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