Spring storm spreads open wings,

her gray cloak rolls behind

in waves catching hold

of cascade peak tercets.

Silvery-green limbs reach,

lifted into a rainy waltz.

Spring bows her head

in returned adoration.

Love pours out,

the woodlands swell,

soaked in hope

as if no breath mattered

until this moment…

refreshed and renewed.

Thunder resounds, climbing

to the crescendo of the season.

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