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The earth is waiting silent as the sun

Which slinks across the greying winter skies

Content that the warmer days will come.

The earth is waiting.

Trees and bushes, dead to the casual eye,

Are urging early snowdrops to arise,

As far away they hear the muted sigh

Of Spring returning from the depth, to prise

A resurrection from the fields which lie

Expectant, knowing nothing really dies.

The earth is waiting.

Brian Hick January 2012

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