A flurry of falling stars--
dancing, floating
downward onto shoulders,
lashes,
my outstretched hands.
Each a wish come true,
a long-awaited letter,
the return of a friend.
They gather
and dress the world.
They cap each fence post,
wrap each branch in priestly robes,
and cloak the kneeling mountains.
The season of hope
has arrived.
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