I know it’s there
though I still search
for trill of songbirds
over sun-dappled trails
the lush of green buds
sweet scent of hyacinth
and where are the rainbows?
my thoughts thaw quickly
long for swift rivers
to dilute my delusions
of a flourishing world
where truth is perennial
love grows like ivy
and spring does not hide
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mishunderstood 
“where truth is perennial”
Yes!
Fine work & big thanks for hosting, Mish!
What is this “Spring”, of which thou speaketh?
As a felllow gardner thtis definitely resonated with me!! Love the sentiment and crafting that went into this!