"Spring Laughs"

Where I come from is gloomy in the winter.

The blanched landscape gives no hint

Of the underground life

Patiently waiting for its rebirth to begin.

Perhaps not as patiently, we wait,

Warming ourselves with combustion

And lighting our way with artificial light

As we listen to the earth groan

With the effort of its tilting

That brings us closer to the sun.

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Spring draws her first breath.

She laughs.

And then—

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Where I come from is bright in the summer.

The flourishing landscape shakes off its snowy mantle

And makes us forget that such a thing as frost

Ever existed.

Blooming in the distance,

Hills rise like domed cathedrals

Decked in glory

And raised by Life,

And Love,

And the gentler side of Time.