Behind the Blind
The crocus blooms with jaunty arms
as cells launch spells to quell all harms.
Unforgiving ecologies
spark tough bark with staunch energies
undaunted by brittle terror
since life and strife fill the bearer
with pain made bold by creation
to hold such gold in elation.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2010
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