Apr 24, 2020
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At Long Last, Spring
“Having waited long enough, although
You tossed me out with last Fall’s detritus,
I rise again, no phoenix I nor yet
Great Spirit, only Life’s own impetus.
I may be small, but try, just try to kill
My wet new growth now reaching for the light!
I’m rooted much more deeply than you think;
I have returned from Life’s own appetite.
My course runs clear and straight now to the flower
That will in Summer’s sun throw seed again
And yet again, from one year…
