Step light upon the petals as they fall
lest you crush their hope into
the dark of nothingness.

Other realms of endless light
send invitations through
sweet fragrances of sights
(as yet)

Past echoes ring forth in
depths of crystal clarity
as buds anticipate
the struggle ahead that awaits
before their birth.


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Hard to find a silent place
where thinking stops and
love begins again.

In brutal fashion you arrive
with ice cold winds bringing
tears to eyes, and shivers to
join with aching bones.

In sullen mood which matches
gray skies I await the promised
fall with odd pleasure
because it wipes away the filth
of man and his hurtful touch upon
this sacred land
(if only for a while.)

Shadows and light play
upon naked branches
bent, from their burden
but not broken, standing still
in their quiescence.

This view of winter is harsh
and yet,
through turning pages and trust in
passing passages of time
warm winds will thaw the frozen
scene for love to
bloom again.

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