Farewell (at last)
Whispers
of light
and shadows
across the morning,
the sound
of the springtime
wind,
invisible,
in waves
and tides
across the shimmering,
the morning skies
will bring.
For through the opening,
the dawn
of passing clouds,
and the flickering
of shadows
of new born leaves,
beyond the grumble
of lawnmowers,
and above the smell
of freshly mown grass,
beneath the cherry blossom
of moonlight
winter bids farewell
and leaves,
at last.
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