Profusion in pink,
and trees, their limbs full and green
shelter birds that sing.
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The sun is shining.
May comes, and with it new life,
expectancy, hope.
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Is it the season,
or the newness of things fresh?
Spring; I savor all.
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Joyce E. Johnson © 2016
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