Saturday, April 2, 2016

Ode to Dormancy

Awaiting spring, I learn to honor
Dormancy -
Bare branches, buried bulbs,
The hard knock of rose hips,
The nourishing subterranean retreat,
The silent reclamation of strength,
The patient instinct for self-preservation
That out-waits winter's blast,
The disguise of death that hides

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