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Quickly now. Sweep the hearth. Dress the altar with daffodils and flowering quince from the wild verges. Add small things.

She Rises

I have news for you: The creek swells, ducks dive, the dry time has gone. Trees tremble in winter storms, deep green the land; Shadows long, sweet the sun, warmth wanted. The hawk sings in a sapphire sky. On the ground, souls quicken, breathe clouds. This is my news.