Early Spring

EARLY SPRING
G. M. Goodwin
Boothbay, Maine

Sunlight plays over the bright leaves,
New leaves less than a few weeks old,
Still as new-born babes; ignorant and vulnerable,
The light does its thing
As the babies follow the warm,
All else hides; unseen and ignored
While the light does its thing.

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