(A poem by Mary Nevin)
A life brutally stripped,
Pruned jagged and raw.
Blasted by winter winds,
Drenched by freezing rain,
Shocked into premature dormancy.
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Now awoken by coaxing warmth.
Buds of fresh hope shoot through,
Branching in new directions.
Tender leaves unfurl;
Shimmering, dancing,
Delighting in the joys of spring.
