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January into February, March

into spring, stepping high

over mud and ruts and late

snow into April and May;

may we all feel that warmth

and renewal of this new season

changing our old world gone round

and round, again, still, its own successive

cycles and the cycles we create for ourselves

but a metamorphosis refining us, defining us

in the midst of summer changing, too,

into December, another year ahead, moving us

onward, forward through the lives we choose

to live, tempered by time, and transformed,

transcending, perhaps, ourselves.