There shouldn't be any surprise
as it happens every year
birds begin to wheel and cry
the fading of long winter's sneer
But the glory of warmth and sun
is startling in its vitality
hordes of lethargic people begin to run
shocked out of prolonged revery
Always it seems entrancing
this shift from chill to heat
all lives gradually enhancing
months constrained now replete
All things begin to open
mirroring the flower blossom
hearts, again, turn to hoping
not a thought for distant autumn
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