(Thoughts on those things that over-winter, and those that show up suddenly, often with astonishing beauty. And thoughts on cherishing both, the old and the new.)
Old trees, new blossoms.
Old books, new lessons.
Old shoes, new socks.
Old nest, new eggs.
Old stones, new mosses.
Old bones, new dances.
Old pens, new ink.
Old jeans, new dresses.
Old brushes, new paint.
Old homes, new owners.
Old church, new prayer.
Old road, new travelers.
Old boat, new seas,
Old song, new voices.
Old loves, new promises.
Old story, new twist.
elizabethlevett 
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