Joy sings
from every tree,
trills and whistles
embrace me.
Spring shines
with buttercup eyes
as tiny wrens
flit on by.
I came dark
with winter’s grief,
eyes and roots
hiding deep.
Rising up
from memory,
cloud-hearted days
are lifting me.
Here is another joyful poem, hoping it lifts your spirits, dear readers.-Giulietta
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