Spring
A label for an ancient thing
I fight away the limerick.
Will water pour to nurture
Or drown out all the life
Is this when our fortune starts to turn?
Tertiary to those more defined.
Not warm enough and without blazen colors.
Who's left to seek the subtle?
The germination, without notice, gives rise.
The greenest green and warmest water
Later to be coveted
Alas, no tribute to the Spring
Children know the summer's sun
The January snow
The Spring
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