Monday, December 31, 2018

161 I Love ... spring green

It seems to happen within
moments.

Brown.
Brown.
Brown.
Perpetual deadness
for what seems an
eternity;
then literally
springing
to life; 
not even 
before our eyes.

it's just
 not there 
one minute
and there
the next.

Bright.
Fresh.
Vibrant.
New life
green.

Even in the 
grayness
of a rainy day
it is a-light.

Forcing itself
up
through the old,
the decay.

Tender.
Fresh.
For the tiniest
fragment
of time.



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