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Spring Blessings


What was once sound asleep, now gently starts to wake.
Fresh air tastes sweet in every breath I take.

Little feathered creatures are doing their best
in fastening a delicate home of a nest.

Warmth is felt in the soft flowing breeze.
Buds burst open in flowers and trees.

Sun rays dance at the break of dawn,
and gently touch the ear of a fawn.

Countless blessings this season will bring
as my soul delights in the essence of Spring.


© Julie Pisacane, all right reserved.
Used by permission.

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