Rose Bush, Cherry Tree


The earth knows only two seasons.

The sharp, still, arctic cold of February, 100 days off,
The soft, syrupy, tropical warmth of August, 100 days past.

A little more than a moon away, the wane of light completes.

An instant of pause, the sun will still,
then renew it’s measured climb through indifferent cold.

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