Broken Trance
We are meant to break the ice of hibernation.
Each year as spring begins.
All winter was a trance.
Which kept me warm, but also unimaginative.
Now, I am uninhibited.
Spring is, at first, an interruption.
But eventually it becomes all encompassing.
Leaves that are elegant.
That flatter the stoic branches.
Hope that was once obscure.
During that winter that used to protect us all.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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