Spring Awakening
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The sulking landscape, brittle, dreary, stained with clutter like an airless alleyway, ignites in fleeting brilliance, as if deigned by Ceres that the heavens might display a cherub's dabbled hint of virgin green as prelude to a symphony of change. In sudden rustlings playful sprites convene in chatty complement to rearrange their homestead; and a prankish sparrow swoons and darts and teases; and a scheming squall, whose grudging bitter grip, in rasping tunes through weary pine, once dared to taunt and brawl, acknowledges its weakening affair by lifting faint hosannas to the air. From 04/04/21: Arabica |