Spring snow
It snowed last night
The last we pray
Spring buds blight
On this frosted day
Those that survive
Will blossom soon
As temperatures rise
In the afternoon
Those that fail
Will quickly fall
To feed the soil
A transient pall
In a few short months
Under summer’s oast
Blooms that once
Won against the frost
Will wilt and as their cousins fall
To feed the hungry garden soil
For generations yet to toil
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2021-04-22 at 17:05
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