Spring

With the tenderness of a kiss

She sweeps down and shakes the sleeping

Earth to receive her warmth

And open to her fullness.

She knows much, and cares little

For the cold bleakness of yesterday.

Blessing everything with sure and

Certain change is her intention.

She cannot change the path before her,

Nor alter the path behind.

Into the last of winter she throws

The warmth of her very soul.

She touches the frozen hillsides,

And breathes away the snow.

But for all the good she does,

Summer always makes her go.

Nolan L. Julian

1973

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