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Ok a little premature I know, but I love the shift to spring and am already noticing some flowers are blooming early.

Submitted:Feb 13, 2008    Reads: 132    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   

The first roasted flakes of cinnamon fall

melting the drama of cold

Baked and filling the air with fruit

they form a carpet of bloom

The dark cave of winter

crumbles under the arrival of new life

Roots break free of soil

and breathe the smell of change

A scent so strong

we can not avoid the sweet taste of Spring


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