Spring opens like a long-lost jewellery box.
From its musty, darkened depths, spill
gems of every hue: sunshine topaz; dewy pearls;
sapphires, sunrise pink or celestial blue; amethyst
of heartsease.
In the lingering light, my smile returns,
my soul stretches from the shadows, warm
again.
I choose pearl strands.
Gentle blossoms to bejewel old bark.
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- Gentle
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- blossoms
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- to bejewel
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- old bark
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