In breezes thick with the sweetness
of pollen-incense, all is forgiven.
The chills of winter offenses
are no longer brought to mind
in a land richly fragranced
with such tokens of vitality.
The nepenthe nectar rising
into these rigid tree-bones
returns fresh and vibrant vigour
to a divested and stricken world,
long lain as if in a frigid tomb.
This golden wine of Spring
brings abundant solace
as every frozen recollection
melts swiftly away!
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