Primavera

The magic of winter before 

Is long forgotten

A distant memory of the past

As winter makes way

To the soft rays

Of the spring sun

Winter’s raging winds wane

As the weak winter sun

Waxes in vigor

Ghastly icicles melt

To tiny 

Pleasant puddles percolating the ground

The great meltdown

Of the snowy plains

Makes way to wonder waterfalls

A crescendo into the ambiance

Of the organic orchestra 

Of new life 

The beat of budding blossoms

The raised voices of a feathered choir

The soft whistle

Of the wind between the strings of grass

Resounding like violins

Mother creatures nurse their young

Teaching them the means of survival

Butterflies dance amongst the lilies

The low lull of bees and hummingbirds

Pollenating the tulips

Small fish fill up the streams

Otters lazily allowing the current

Streams to lead them

As they bathe in the warm sun

Life is ever present

The bareness of the winter past

Not present in the memories

Of any of the living beings

As the Great Star’s lifespan grows

The spirit of the earth resurrects

Its energy pouring into every vessel

As the days grow longer

The days grow warmer

The land becomes greener

The fullness of life embraced

By every living creature

Each season is beautiful

In their own special way

Primavera

A fresh start

New beginnings

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