The field is
Bursting,
An irrational exuberance
Which is persuasive,
And contagious.
Small green shoots,
Emerge almost before
My eyes,
The saving grace
Of winter’s frigid
And severe beauty.
I, like them,
Absorb the warmth,
Breathing in the
Fragrant air,
Basking in
The fertility
Of Spring.
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