Carol Miller

Bursting forth from stems asleep,

Young,

Fresh,

Moving 'neath earth reaching light,

Paths Promised.

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Branches now green and replete,

Fertile,

Still,

Shaded somnolent dappled bright,

Paths trodden.

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Brown orange gold crumpled heap,

Wrinkled,

Changing,

Longed for slumbered peace respite,

Paths hidden.

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Bare twisted hidden down deep,

Inactive,

Resting,

Against grey clouded skies contrite,

Paths forgotten.

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The cycle continues.

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Carol Miller

2018