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The Bee Tree In Spring
Folder:
Poems of Hope and Love Hard to believe how many
Forevers
have passed
since winter cackled
cracked brittle boughs
and ice slowly strangled
the lake
How long ago we trod
that (seemly) slippery slope
past rasping branches
Wordless breath-clouds wafting
grasping blue fingers stinging
eyes watering
so cold
That rocky path
of least resistance
now a tunnel of new green
of birdsong and warm
bright breathing spaces
to feel
heal
try to remember
try to forget
