The Rites

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Spring used to be such spinning

April’s brimming light beginning

boldly bursting into May !

 

A carnival display that had me rolling in the hay.

 

But now, noting the quiet daily charm

of crocuses unfolding and exquisite

tender green upon the trees –

 

My fantasies fly not to fevered heights

but fix upon a holy sort of chore:

 

A sturdy broom and steady arms to sweep

the shrivelled brown of winter from my door.

 

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