Blossoms
I had a dream I was
in a barren field.
It appeared to be winter,
the air cutting deep.
Frost met the ground,
covering the still horizon.
I walked along the narrow
as a warmth began to sprout.
The creek side near,
and hope close behind,
a paralysis of awe took over.
A cherry tree of full bloom
stood tall and proud under
a cold, winter sky.
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