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Promise of Spring
I stand stark and naked
Stripped of leafy branches
Silhouetted against the sky
While March winds soften
To April showers
The warming sun wakens
Green forest bowers
A leaf opens upon my breast
Feel warmth between my thighs
My thirsty roots drink long and deep
The moisture of scented earth
That travels upward to nourish
Leaves budding in nature’s re birth
Beryl McMullen
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