They call me the changing
between the dark and light;
or the rearranging
from compressed or stretched tight.
And from the mountain ground
you may see me arise;
or suddenly I’m found
to give you a surprise.
Ideas are coming forth
with their release to bring,
from the south to the north
indeed, I am (the) spring.
Shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – the prompt word is spring and so I investigated as many meanings as I could.
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