the earth’s poem

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It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
― Rainer Maria Rilke

Spring has arrived here, wrapping us with her warm, delicious breath, signaling new birth, disrupting our routines. It seems nearly impossible to drag ourselves out of bed on these still, dark mornings and put the kids to bed when the sun has only recently set, but we’ll make the adjustment to this new time soon enough. For now, as the birds sing and my children giggle, swinging in the sunlight, as the flowers unfold their blooms and sky opens up a vast blue canvas, I remember the sweetness of Spring. With a cup of coffee, of course.

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