Spring

It is the Beginning.
Embrace in love, the emerging flower
That from the dormance of a cold sleep solstice,
Slips through dark, and buds in light anew.
Day and night do not rival for their time in the sky
As in this one day, of two, they are equal.
The promise of rebirth once more manifests in nature,
And with life, the cycle begins anew
And Sol assumes his right.

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Reaching,
Up and up, from a once frozen burrow
A nursery bed of nurturing soil
That gave fertility and strength
To a seemingly insignificant, seed.

Pushing,
Through a cold dark world
Towards a warmth it feels above
In A lone and single-minded pursuit
One with, and in, an instinctive nature dance.

Stretching,
From the heavy sod, to enter
The nights of the Moon
And the days of the Sun
To become another self.

Breathing,
the new scents and colors
in this air of the Earth
It is touched
And its own state of beauty altered.

And bursting,
into freedom, and fullness, and glory
with the lushness that comes
in the fresh days of Spring
is Lily.