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Season's Sweet Song


Joseph Birnbaum

A mild winters breeze
Descends on crying hills.

It sings of autumns past
And caresses our souls.

It's gentle fingers tease
An incomprehensible flow, coaxing.

I can hear spring
With a mezzuzin's call, both timeless.

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