By Jan McCullough

The dawn creeps sofly through the forest, 
sprinkling crystal stars of dew.
Birds awaken, ruffling feathers to shake away the night.
A swirling haze of sun-kissed mist, rose tinted purple hue
Caresses the tiny flowers, drawing them into the light.
Mother Nature weaves her magic, casting spells of early spring
Sweet honeysuckle, pine and earthy peat her natural scented gifts 
Bees bumble over fragrant blossoms, celandine and ling.
Oh to be in the forest, as dark night and shadow lifts. 

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