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THE FIRST SPRING FLOWER

I went into the woods to
Meditate. The sky was veiled
With a mist like that of the sea,
The soft breeze was refreshing;
A doe and her fawn lifted
Their kind eyes to me
Then hid them selves in the woods.
   
                 
    Aspen and pine trees bent over
                        the trail
Like many folks in prayer. In
The cathedral quietness of the place
Moved a moist, spruce fragrance;
Long shafts of light fashioned
Windows of stained glass.
  Walking with ease I glanced among
                         the dead roots,
The tender sprouts and dried leaves,
And there I found you
Standing all alone
In the place where you had
Just rolled away the stone.