“Spring Cycle” by James Aitchison

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Spring cycle

 

When winter leaves

Leaves grow again,

Again the buds of spring

Spring into life,

Life takes on a new meaning,

Meaning of course it’s spring.

 

Spring, when winter leaves

Leaves grow again,

Again the world is new,

New — and freshly scented,

Scented with flowers and hope,

Hope that trouble, like winter, leaves.

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