Sunday Flowers

My beloved spoke and said to me,

    

“Arise, my darling,

    my beautiful one, come with me.

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See! The winter is past;

    the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;

    the season of singing has come,

the cooing of doves

    is heard in our land.

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The fig tree forms its early fruit;

    the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;

    my beautiful one, come with me!"

(Photos by Rachel Goodman. Poetry by Solomon.)