I hear the call of Spring
When out of solemn silence birds speak, Sun flashing radiant over lingering snow, Damp leaves and warm air like old friends meet… I hear the call of Spring Chanting: “Miracle, miracle!” Over everything
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....yes "Miracle, miracle!"....so true....
Love this! Heard Sandhill Cranes a few days ago which I equate with Spring - even with the snow forecasted. It's right around the corner! Thank you for your thoughts and words!