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| Return of Spring My garden calls me in this hour, "tis my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes"* its sweet breath it bequeaths. I flee from isolation to dance among the bright-faced daisies, the royal iris bloom, not by chance, reminding me, I'm anything but crazy. SPRING ANNOUNCES, "NEW LIFE, PUT AWAY YOUR UPTIGHT STRIFE. BASK IN MY VIBRANT HUES, IN WINTER YOU PAID YOUR DUES. WITH EACH DAY, LIVE IN THE NOW AND I'LL BE HERE FOR YOU, I VOW." ~~Judi Van Gorder Lines written in early spring L13-14 by William Wordsworth April 1798 Notes: ▶︎ |