Snow Blossoms

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Vintage Words

  
Spring, born from dying snows,
waits and ushers in warmth. Passion
comes with rain and heated

soil. White or green, added to

the garden, no matter.
  
The shoots of youth give way
and petals open. Middle years
age like summer's petals. Eventually,
the plant matures and shows
its glory to the world.
  
Like droplets on a painted wall

or gloriously dappling tulips, streaking

down the leaves of irises, wet gives

way to sere. Colors fade to gray

and ruin. The brain slows. 

  

Cherry blossomed limbs creak with  
aging, and the mind, like a blossom, 

loses to the wind and falls.
  
allets
02-07-15
214p

  

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