Awaiting

Awaiting

Earth writhes

under an ancient curse

awaiting the glorious

kiss of new life

unfurled — green leaf,

fragrant bloom,

and sweet fruit,

hiding under winter’s

beautiful barren branches–

so severe,

so filigreed.

This entry was posted on January 7, 2012. It was filed under photography, Poetry and was tagged with photography, Poetry, Winter.

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