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Spring
And every moon drifter
has risen their neck to the light,
dusting the soil with a luminous void,
stems of themselves - violent Spring.
The season is scattering lowly,
as if reminding us of Sun,
tides calming in accordance,
bright yellow and purple in the folds.
It's a bordering between spaces,
bud and leaf sparking on finger ends,
shrubs, climbers and trees,
everything, everywhere awakening.
The earth is dreaming up
new life.
has risen their neck to the light,
dusting the soil with a luminous void,
stems of themselves - violent Spring.
The season is scattering lowly,
as if reminding us of Sun,
tides calming in accordance,
bright yellow and purple in the folds.
It's a bordering between spaces,
bud and leaf sparking on finger ends,
shrubs, climbers and trees,
everything, everywhere awakening.
The earth is dreaming up
new life.
Published 31st Jan 2023
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1st Feb 2023 1:14am
Reading this carefully several times between making us evening tea and cocoa, I find the renderings of the season has delicate presence and precision. It's a beautiful reminder in the depths of winter that renewal is coming.
