Late March
Light
waits at the edge of the sea
or on the
other side of the mountain
where snow
melts, ready to burst forth
with that
first ray and fill the sky with blue
and the soul
with hope and joy. Dark dreams
fade as
the seed we plant in our hearts swells
and we
know night forever will be gone.
—Donnell
Hunter
29
March 2012
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