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Sunlight sparkles
on branches drenched
with dew.
Blackbirds celebrate
the promise of
warmth to come.
Cedar’s sharp scent
perfumes the frosty
air.
Soft moss gives
way beneath my
curling toes.
And through it all,
the goddess softly
calls…
Spring will be here soon.
Do not despair.
