For behold the winter is past.
The rain is over and gone .
The winter solstice will not last.
A new rising sun has shone.

The flowers appear on earth.
The time of singing has come.
The dawn of new mirth.
For all and not just for some.

And the voice of the turtle dove.
Is heard in our land.
It is born, a new eternal love.
A rock , not shifting sand.

In the clefts of this rock.
A new life , a new longer day, can we lock.

……

The winter is past
Not quite but beginning to
Or that is our hope

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See Song of Solomon 2 : 8-14