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Spring dances in

A poetcard from April

Spring dances in, in her virgin lace
Among the hedges,
edges of fields, most not yet green
with life or growth or envy.

Pale flowers like fallen clouds
alight upon the boughs,
snowdrops transformed by sunlight,
into Easter party gowns.

Dark bark, and still-furled leaves
closed against winter memories
from slow waking, suddenly,
the new year breathes.

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