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The gate is open
Spring waits
Just beyond our seeing
Loaded with all of the wisdom
Of wild winter
I'm noticing absence
And feeling the presence
The hole in the sky
Where the skylark sings free
The grass on the meadow
Will soon be longing
And all of our treasure
will be hidden and loved
I saw the sun rising
In all her golden glory
Shrouded now
Behind the clouds
Behind the hill
And the snowdrops
Are keeping their secret, still.

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