I speak here of springtime in New Zealand.
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Of all the seasons of the year
Spring causes me to wonder,
what magic in each dormant seed
awakes, out of itself,
takes root and grows apace.
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Changing in form to slender stalk,
bearing aloft to Summer suns
a multiplying, delicate, golden spray
ripening to a golden cluster,
making visible the invisible.
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A picture, of what we’re meant to be,
treading our path from infancy,
onwards to eternity,
experiencing, learning,
widening influence bearing,
the visible made invisible,
in Spring.
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Dennis Crompton © 1995
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
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