The ice leaves the air
The gentle rain kisses the earth
As I connect to my sacred circle
The cardinals sing
It smells like spring
Outside of my writing window
The buds on the trees are popping
Like champagne bubbles
The birds are attracted
With their effervescent
Show stopping effort
I kiss nature
With my eyelashes
As I take in the view
I am drawn into
My private
Virginal state
of
Heaven
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