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A Season of Rebirth

As the frigid winds of winter take their last bow,
And snow and ice melt to their gentler form,
The sun shines a little brighter than the winter days of yore.

The wondrous rhythm of birds arriving from the south,
Signals rebirth as it has many times before,
But in the midst of nature’s return to form,
There is a sign of the rebirth that nature does adore,
That of the new life, of the one that lives forevermore.

By James Vespoli

Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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