Unhibernate. Let the rain soak your hair, run down your
Face...
Then another day brings back the sun and
Violets in the grass. The pear tree thickens all its boughs and
Twigs into silver-white,a dimmed brilliance, and already at
Its base a circle of petals on the unmowed grass. Far away
Bust out into their dog mouth pink. Visitors gasp...
Thank you, May, for these warm stirrings.
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