Spring Ritual Poem by C.D. Sinex

Spring Ritual



Blood lines
drawn down my arm.
Linked by a timeless rite—
spring finds me pruning roses bare-
handed

Monday, April 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: arm,blood,spring
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C.D. Sinex

C.D. Sinex

Philadelphia, PA
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