Awaiting the Warmth
Before me was spring
sapping away the cold and colorless
an awakening of hope
with promises of tomorrow
seedlings will be scattered by heavens breath
as long buried roots emerge
and ache for a taste of warmth
held hostage by nature’s bitter cold.
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