Wait

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Cold winds lash

spring branches;

 

new leaves

lust

for heat;

 

torn stems

litter

tender new grasses

 

and wait

 

for discordant chimes

to rend the sky,

release bright spirits,

charm the shy sun ,

and cast to waiting earth

 

Summer.

 

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