With winter winding away
With the last of the beech leaves
still clinging to their trees
like hopeful ghosts
With a few golden sunsets
still reaching the forest floor
as a gentle reminder
May we rejoice in the
Before Spring
time
Let us celebrate the
Not Yet Born
and the
Already Past
with equal joy
and a sacred determination
to honor the
quick and the dead
who walk these paths with us
ahead and behind and beside
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