i was winter,
bones dark, crackly, and tired
my dead branches,
hanging heavily
my spirit dry and cold
half asleep
little to no growth.
the Master breathed into me
My little spring!
arise!
and i became a tiny green bud
struggling to push through
the dead earth,
spirit now awake
looking for the Sun!
I am spring.
and summer will come along
soon enough.
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