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Spring Blessing copyright 1999

Spring Blessing

For the first spring rain,
I ran into the forest, laughing like a child.
I sought out my palace,
From when I was a boy,
A huge hollowed out oak.
As I climbed inside
The turret of my tower
The first drops of rain fell from the sky.
Sounds of soft droplets
Careening and playing in the leaves
Bringing back memories of stories
I’d told of knights and rogues
Queens, dragons and tea parties
The sounds of birds at play
Told me the short shower was ending
And I looked to see a rainbow.

 

 

 

 

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