Dark seed
embedded in winters clutch
rinsed clear in
the dark ritual of rain
will burst out and bloom
kissed by sun and satin warmth.
Spring will grasp the meaning of wonder
and flourish for just enough time
before summer pushes for place again.
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
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