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I observe from afar
Spring reflected in her stride
She wanders to and fro
In search of a place to hide.

I catch a glimpse of her
In the sunshine through the trees
In her youthful splendor
She buzzes 'round like the bees.

I see her 'neath the clouds
In the autumn of her years
I call to comfort her
Wond'ring if she even hears.

I spy upon her dreams
As she dances in the moonlight
So in tune with nature
Her skin glist'ning a snowy white.

I know her all too well
Lived her yearnings and her strife
Battling deep inside her
Are the seasons of her life.
2002 Ruth Norman



 

   
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