TURNINGS

Steel skies ease
Into cerulean
White-gold light.
Aims north
Painting
Muddy ground
Into grassy fields
Like a Disney cartoonist
With a magic brush.
We wait
The unfolding
Peeking
At chartreuse shoots
Pulsing through dirt.
Life reborn
At our fingertips.

Winds dance
With the perfumed narcissus
Sending winter’s mustiness
Heavenward.

Seeds sown in hidden places
Create vivid landscapes
Manifesting tares and fruit.
Unnourished,
Weeds become husks
Devoid of life
While fruit,
Cultivated with tears
Grows strong,
Reseeding the earth
With hope.

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