Birthing season awakens
New dawnings unfold
As warm winds and soft rains
Bear life in from the cold
'Tis birth and death
All embellished en masse
As a bearer of gifts
And a freedom song
Of old things born anew
From new things grown old
And from whence myriad tall tales
Of spring still flow
by Ellis Dean Hovey
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