the Memory

I imagine there
will always be
something in
that first warm
day of spring
that speaks
to me of you.

Some breath of April
that stirs me
to remembering again,

and leaves me then
so sweetly sad,
as if some tender
part of me
was wakened by
the memory.

-- Deb Cooper

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