Spring Cure

When the mind is assailed by dark despair,

let nature’s beauty cleanse with wholesome air

and pour into the soul thoughts bright and true,

this love that burns bright like the dazzling blue.


Ravens circle with the joy of today,

past is past, wheel and dance in merry May,

for who can say what tomorrow may bring?

The gift of life is to embrace fair spring.


And when cobwebs spread like a crafty fox,

a walk in the hills will cast the brute off;

Sweet season of green explodes with rebirth

lighting up life, a blossom of fresh mirth.


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