Winter’s rites of spring

yes, emblematic of 
the rites of spring.
Spring in winter.
The self declares it so.
Its soul is peacefully at rest,
now that the symbolic winter has passed,
and the symbolic spring has arrived. 
The self has donned her flowers,
for her soul couldn’t wait any longer.

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