Photos and poem by Barb Levy, Salt Spring Island.
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Spring’s Aura
The downy dance of waterfalls—
so light and coltish and free.
Blossomy breezes tickling your nose,
and the sweetest faces you've ever seen—
little Lambs and Lovebirds, tiny Hummer,
and Starling in her pear tree,
Kitty marvelling while daisies and daffodils
wink at you in all this fresh, new green.
And a serene doe—aglow in this heavenly warmth,
standing so still, close by, listening
as you join Robin's beautiful carolling
beneath a clear, blue sky.
