An air of excitement, a thrill of something intangible rides
the waking breeze
When spring breaks through the seal of bud and mud, to frill earth's hills and trees
The bloom breaks through the bud
The light breaks through the dark
The shoot breaks through the gloomy mud
To gild the brooding bark
Green breaks through shrouds of brown
Green breaks through cloven clutch
To clothe earth in a teeming gown
Beneath the Weaver’s touch
Spring breaks through poised delight
Like warmth breaking through cold
Like morning breaking through the night
In madrigals of gold
© Janet Martin
all lovely miracles of nature
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