On this eve of first April
We cannot but wonder
Whether fools we are by nature
Or partisan glad tidings we keep
March has nearly passed
Just moments left to go
Before we turn the page
Another month we must ready to go
They speak of spring
Its renewing praises we sing
Yet monarch butterflies lie so far ahead
Warm weather surely awaits us all
Sometimes I sit in hopeless wonder
Wishing intermittent patches of sun
Could only grow
Filling us complete, inside and out
Spring of course waits no person
Not a one ever so worthy
And so I sit and patiently wait
Spring, its promises, never can break
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Poetic Alchemist 
Amen.