It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows
poems by heart.
― Rainer Maria Rilke
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the clouds brood over the mountain
a gray oppressive presence
revealing only glimpses
of a late snow
trees
frosted white
climb into the gloom
disappearing
merging into vagueness
the sun
denied
sending only fitful rays
into the darkness
they flare briefly, only to be overcome
and yet
in this brooding world
the Iris
unconquered dance
brilliant points of light
yellow and purple gems
creation remembering spring
so too our souls remember
they never forget
that life toward which our whole beings strive
and thus love and hope
unconquered
shine
brilliant points of light
we know resurrection
by heart
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