Lest ye forget
Tis springtime
When a fey heart
Turns verdant
As the Willow buds
Jade hued
As new born snow-drops
The wind turns balmy
Ariels and zephyrs
Cavort among the Hemlocks
Warming the shadows
That lie beneath
Chasing winter away
With Peresphones kisses
Demeters crescent moon smile
Promises lambs and calves
Bleating babes
Singing infant arias
To the spring tide
The old ram feels the motion
Of melting ice
Leaping off to find his ewe
The air is redolent with petal promises
Scenting the southern breeze
With hints of sunny gold
Tasting of orange blossoms
Clover honey, lilac abundance
Bees buzz on the eastern horizon
As Helios wakes the world
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