Disseminated in her Hair --
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade -- Emily Dickinson
A shiver of snow last night has given way to the melting charms of the morning sun. It is obvious that, no matter the obstacles, Spring will have her way. Regardless of the frigid fall of February temperatures and the heavy horizon, Spring's blood will pulse. Inexorable green shoots, unyieldng, will protrude from the ice and the earth shall feel her young blush. With one touch of sun, the mulish sap stirs. There is no stopping her now!
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