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Show A BLOSSOMED ENCORE As I come home, cool winds caress my face With gentleness, while leaves of reborn trees Enfold me in their whispered songs that race Through air, surrounding me, a touch to please, The pungent mustard blossoms fill spring air With yellow radiance from fields of gold. I'm home, and you pin yarrow in my hair And give me pastel lupines I can hold. The aspens quiver in a warming light While weight of dew bends scented fronds of fern To earth. You kiss my lips and it is right That you glow like the sun at my return, As our desire grows, you take my hand And flowered morning covers greening land. |
