-------Breath of Spring-------
On the farewell edge
of a storm
unrolling
Grey skies re-
form
into clouds
And darkness
pulls
back
To the sun
there
forever shining.
With patience
trust,
as the Heron trusts
Their wings
on the breath
of Spring,
That knowing well
the fears
we carry
Will help us
to let them
go.
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