Nostalgia

Melancholy, winter's march
grey, damp atmosphere
listlessly awaiting spring

A naked maple tree
her thin branches, outward
from their rooted trunk of soil
sweep slowly in the window

Reminds me
of underwater algae
in a bedrock of basalt

What does this evoke. . .

some youthful convergence
upon a preseason beach
seaweed-wrapped ankle
tangled in a forest of green

Thick clouds meld into one another
barely discernable

Sudden wind rushes through limbs
just like that ocean tide
between sandy rivulets
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