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southern wings
have stayed the north
forgotten by their kind
as far above
another land
they roost in foreign skies
warmed against
an almost there –
but who can say
for certain
where the blurring lines
were crossed again
maples weep
where butterflies
hang on silver summers
rains are come
to wash their dreams –
to wash their dreams
away
. . .
tornadoday 
Almost sounds like a welcome to Spring. ! ~xo~
Paul
Yes, but as beautiful as it might be, it is sad as well. When you see butterflies where they shouldn’t be, or birds lingering longer than the season, know that it is the result of warming, and in some cases, it marks the end of a species……..for the cycle is broken. But still, it is nature, and if we let her be, she will mend herself. Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
But that too will change, the late Spring means we will enjoy the beauties of it and summer longer! Wonderful poem Bobbie! BLessings and love!
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