| 1 |
| New leaves lke yellow lace |
| filter late-day sunlight gently, |
| letting through a fragile glow. |
| This is no sacrifice for them. |
| As they drink in the light becomes them. |
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| Our serendipity! |
| We drink it, too. |
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| 2 |
| Tiny tender new leaves shimmer |
| when the breeze comes by -- |
| their first experience at ecstasy? |
| And then as one they sigh, |
| content. |
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| Some trees bow, bare still -- |
| jealous? or just waiting. |
| The bluebird will come. |
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