She brings alive the spring…

She brings alive the spring, gives summer, heat
Makes autumn blush, and regal winter, pale
She lightly tells the truth, and shuns deceit
And leads to wonder like
  a slow unfolding tale

The primary domain of her existence
The natural, the loving, and the weird
I advocate for her, with some insistence
As seasons, glorious,
  are there to be revered

“My excuse for writing…, notwithstanding, is merely the human excuse which every new poet has for writing about the spring. ”

Excerpt From: George Santayana. “Three Philosophical Poets.” iBooks.

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