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April 10 Shifting Sands

Shifting Sands

Shifting is subtle,
         at first unnoticed.
Shifting from the freeze
         to the thaw, warming sun.
Shifting from grey
         to golden, prisms of light.
Shifting from barren limbs
         to cherry blossoms, poetry.
Shifting from dying
         to new life, a miracle.

                   Seasons shift
          . . from one to another
         Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall,
                   come full circle
shifting over and over and over,
                   through centuries.

         I'm in my winter years,
                   would that I could
shift to Spring and on . . . .
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder
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