Friday, May 28, 2004

April 14, 1993

Clouds dissolving,
a crystal blue day dawns over the campus.
Birds sing in the golden morning,
their calls, like chapel bells,
ring as if the very air I breath is resonating.
A mourning dove wonders, "Whooo is this sun?";
"Ours," grackles and starlings and blackbirds reply,
while a gleeful little chickadee intones...
"Springs here....Springs here!"

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