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Spring Cleaning

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The warm winds blow
(sometimes with a hint of ice –
tail-end of winter’s cold),
ruffling the leaves
on the evergreen trees,
dusting the bare branches
of the unclad.

Dust rises in great swirls,
reddish and coarse,
echoes of the ground beneath
where it settles once again,
providing succour to the roots
whence it came.

Seasons’ circles,
cycles interwoven,
life and death
to the eye,
but the soul
will never die.

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©Denise G Allen, 04 October 2013 07:08