Spring arrives as a resurrection in a hush of green. Wildflowers lean toward you to whisper that winter was only a dream, and you believe them, not knowing they will drop blossoms at your feet, pale and fragrant, and go, as if it had always been their nature to go, and to go without telling you why.
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Thanks for sharing this, @Diane’s Blue Forum !
My thanks to @Kimberly Root for this restack!