The sun is spilling over the hills,
making dew on the winter grass
sparkle as mist rises with the day.
The house has been closed up
so long, the nest is musty,
the views rumpled, and it is quiet.
There are faint groaning sounds
from the trees as they feel new shoots
ready to rise from below.
Two geese make their way
across an open sky full of promise,
unconcerned with the rest of the flock.
It is almost time for a change
but there are still some moments
of quiet left before the bloom.
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