Meanwhile, In the Natural World

Here and there are signs of resurrection: grass becoming green, subtle
Hints of color, greenish, yellow, high up in the trees. The weather warms
And then it cools, our spirits oscillating with it. In the distant man-made
Climate, darkness doesn't lift. It deepens. Let us turn away from it
To cheer the nearing spring.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-03-15 at 22:54

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