Cold mornings awaken
To warm afternoons
Spent in the tops of trees
And down below
Pulling the prunings
Out of the rows
We wait for the bees
To give us labor
We pray for the frosts
To leave us fruit
We soak in the light
As it is given
I start the spring
Hidden from the sun
Hat on head
Arms covered in sleeves
Gloves hiding hands
Legs in sundered jeans
We are all ready
To leave death behind
The birth of a season
Brings new purpose
Fears vanishing
With the freshness of hope
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