One morning in March,
You open the back door.
Spring greets you —
Birds singing,
A crisp freshness to the air,
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Crocuses peeking out of the newly exposed earth,
Snow shrinking like an old cream-colored wool sweater.
The wind carries the hope of sun-drenched warmth.
The promise of tulip bulbs planted in the fall
Magically turning into a riot of backyard color.
Spring — Hope, Cheer, Good Health
A new song in your soul.
