Numbered

Tempestuous as a tsunami wave

Tentative as a virgin bride

Teasingly like Christmas Eve

Anticipated more as you age

Though as resplendent in youth

It comes,

Darting, at first

A mere glimpse

Perhaps with a sudden retreat

Then fully unfolds

Though all the signs were there

The sun rising earlier each day

The warmer winds wafting our way

Buds erupting on the tree

Winter clothing, slowly being put away

Few things accompany such joy

As the warming rays

That melt the snow

Revealing winter grass beneath

The colour of pale hay

And so our hearts

Collectively dance

For yet another of our numbered Springs

As sprung.

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