The Fourteen Spears of Spring
As child, I wandered ways like these And marvelled at the grace and ease With which these tiny spears of Spring Could rise and shake off Winter’s cling. ❊ A wiser self smiles back at him Who knew not these were Alpine kin Which lived for cold and days like these That mirrored mountains’ solid freeze. ❊ But does this change the greeting bright … Read More The Fourteen Spears of Spring

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