This poem, written in one sitting on a Sunday morning, is a reflection not only on the transition between the physical seasons, but on the condition of the authors heart, moving from a personal season of hurt and cold bitterness (winter), on the way towards one of happiness and warmth (summer). But there is the season in between - spring.

3.14.21 spring Title Page.docx (12 kB)
title page

3.14.21 spring (visual format).docx (15 kB)
Visual formatting of the original poem, which adds distinct flow and artistic element.

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