Erin O'NeillBerg

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Bright yellow daffodils are dancing in the forest
While two lively bunnies frolic in the fresh green grass.
Spring is on its way and thoughts turn to the renewal of life,
With the resurrection of the cycle of seasons.
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Breezes of the ages whisper through the pines
While crystal droplets join in flow and tumble
Over the jagged edges and under the timeworn turf
Scented by the purple haze through fine mist and fog.
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Erin O'NeillBerg Biography

I was born and educated in Toronto, Canada. I taught elementary school in Toronto from 1960 until 1971. I have been married for almost thirty-six years and have one daughter. She is a doctoral candidate at the University of Toronto. I graduated from the Faculty of Arts and Science at University of Toronto in 1997 with a degree in Languages and Literature. Poetry has always captivated me and I have been writing poems to express my own emotions for about ten years. I travel constantly and often find topics to express in poetry while in a foreign environment. Most of my work seems to express my love of the natural world.)

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Our Cycle Of Seasons

Bright yellow daffodils are dancing in the forest
While two lively bunnies frolic in the fresh green grass.
Spring is on its way and thoughts turn to the renewal of life,
With the resurrection of the cycle of seasons.

The season of spring is marked by this awakening theme.
While the earth moves within the spiral of life’s passionate song
The elements dance to this magical rite of spring
Led by the hand of their unseen conductor.

Spring is also marked by the festival of Easter.
Once the domain of a goddess, it is now a commemoration,
A Christian glorification of the supreme Passion,
The significance of Christ’s sufferings on the Cross.

This is a time to reflect and remember, to recognize and respond.
A time to revive the spirit and renew the responsibility.
A time to rejuvenate our thinking and reinstate our pledge.
A time to restore our faith and reclaim our position.

Bright yellow daffodils sway in the breeze,
While two lively bunnies gambol in the garden.
We define ourselves anew and refresh our vital essence,
With the resurrection of our own cycle of seasons.

(written while sitting in my garden on a bright, sunny spring morning.)

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