Winters chill is leaving;
its harshness begins to fade,
as the days grow longer.
The sun warms the air
spring is coming
sweet blossoms fill the windows.
Children noises sound lively
school bags circle the air
spring is centre forward.
Joy springs sunshine in faces
blossom tangle in hair
oh to ode spring and sweet blossom
a beginning year.
29 September 1981
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