the voice of spring

The shadow 
of the mountain
is retreating.
All is coming alive,
the branches and buds,
the bulbs and shoots,
waiting 
for the benefactor
of light.
“Unfold us,
unravel us,
unseal us!”
Their readiness 
calls out.
The very voice
of spring.
The fervent request
for light 
and more light,
everything present
to being alive,
and reinforcing
infinite patterns 
of resilience. 
The warm
unfolding
of a profound
and permanent
truth –
We desire
to be
ALIVE!

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