And I see the path ahead
I think of what I should have done.
Life intervened instead.
Now trees are softly moving
Beneath the weeping skies
As Spring reweaves her tapestry
To the rhythm of their sighs.
They’re whispering a credo
Built upon the year’s rebirth
And I am feeling young once more
As a part of sky and earth.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
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