on the verge
of spring
snow kisses
the branches
the Sun of Love
romances the morn
soft
and silver
trickles
and dances
the melting
the mending
of all that is torn
all for our healing
our faith and our feeling
all for our wooing
and wonder
and peace
crisp air
for our clearing
fresh seeing
and hearing
beyond all
our fearing
warm thaw
hope’s release
~Cheryl Anne
Brigid's Hearth 
Such a gentle reminder as the sun is shining and the weather has warmed up in Mobile… and as Betty continues her turnaround that began after Denise’s morning visit yesterday ❤️❤️
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