Made Young Once More

sunrise and outhouse

Overnight the world aged.

Spring rains that washed yesterday’s flowers

Became a dust of snow grizzling the grass.

Fog lay like an old man’s beard

On the broad chests of the mountains.

Then the sun overflowed

Pouring

The Fountain of Youth on Winter’s frost.

Spring again.

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