dispirited and outgrown Winter has opened out, parasolled to Spring from budded cocoons, from blooms, in hazy hints of dress the confetti leaves tease valour, of future Greatness this feels divine, Butterfly feels like falling inwards take my hand now, cliff edge is bliss, worth the risk we can fly when we lose our feet anchor. stop a minute let's savour this Risen Spring root ourselves again, and again let's keep walking these steady steps, we've no business knowing what out of sight Beauty comes next
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Nothing like getting Spring back into your step.
Your last stanza was the bow on your wonderful poetry gift ✍️🎁😊
Le petit prince! Magic, Nat!