A Changing Season

The first warm breeze of spring

blows across the awakening landscape

inspiring all in its path.

Utterly uplifting

and shape shifting.

It sweeps away painful memories

deeply rooted in past seasons

with unexpected gentleness.

To cleanse

as it mends.

The new growth, now unobstructed,

takes its own root and form

in the wake of this new freshness

Knowing somehow

eternity is now.

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