Maybe this year...  
 

Maybe this year
Spring will come again,
To gentle the world
With softly showering breeze,
Quickening seeds to growth.
 
Last year’s winter
Melted into rain,
To batter flowers
And turn good earth to sterile mud,
Smothering seeds unborn.
 
Maybe this year
Spring will come again…

Clare Stewart
© 01 March 1983

 

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