The Gentle Days

Like an island in time, the gentle days
unfold. Snow melts. Waters flow.
Geese swim in the swollen, rushing
creek, honking their joy. In the midst
of harshness, this mildness descends.
And ‘though its stay is brief, it is enough
to remind us of the wonder of it all,
as we walk through the comforting air
bare armed and softly smiling.

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