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By Cindy L. Keller The wind is happily singing. Lifting flakes of snow, sweeping away the cold, preparing for the re-birth of spring. Whisping in fragrances of freshness as she graces the now warming earth. Tenderly caressing the soil, awaiting the new seedlings birth. The red-brested robin has joined her. No time to dally, she works without delay. Soon she'll be tickeling new sprouts, and the sun will shine upon her at play. Cindy L. Keller has been writing poetry for 20 some years, been published in Skyline magazine, as well as other on-line sites. |