Spring pulse

My heart aches for Spring,
my pulse quickens
with the rythm of the birds
of the earth,
of unseen seeds and saplings growing.

The slowly rising sun
calls me upward,
upward,
The gentle distant moon
pulls me inward,
inward,
to the center of my ache
my heart, my Spring.

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