Inside,
the bud,
mere tissue paper
(purple, yellow)
cracking through
frozen mud,
demanding
earth to play
on its delicate
terms —
a test,
a lesson
to be tender,
open,
to evolve.
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Caught up on NaPoWriMo! But that was the easy part. What will tomorrow bring?
Aren’t springs flowers just miraculous and proof of an energy larger than ourselves in the universe? Love this.
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Yes, they are. And we really needed them this year!!
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