to be hummed, with the dawn, in the first dew of spring

With the small blind shoot
That seeks the sun.
With the call of geese
Returning home.
Tune in to cherries
Budding forth, unknowing
Of fragility.
With the heartstrings of the cats
Singing love.
With the fat full moon
Counting time.
Break out and grow
With humble snowdrops
Poised to sing.
with the risen king.

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