Inner Woman -
Spring Again
Spring compressed warmth
Pushing her tendrils into the earth
Water dripping from icicles
Hanging over a sweet water spring
Pale olive buds burst; spring free
And the fawn springs from his mother
Free at his birth.
Spring green grass nurtures her work
And renewal, a spring, coiled in winter’s sleep
Retreats once more, his claws now sheathed
A springboard of energy now released
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