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An azalea before bloom: a skeleton shaped in twisted sticks

Spring is a painting, dabbed at first, with green; then, flowers follow

A spade, a shovel, a bucket of soil, some seeds; Till the land for Spring

Where fresh water falls, this long river runs and calls to the heart of us

All bits and pieces of trees, scattered on the lawn; small shadows at dawn

for Algot

Little golden songs warbling through tree branches in the key of free

Life, ever so small, living in a world of soil; seen, barely at all

An idea in bloom, begins as a seed, and then transforms into song

Sound waves, in harmony, accent a melody, a noise, note, tone with a complex vibration and voice, amid the din, the pitch modulates in resonance and sonancy

a thesaurus poem, with “sound” as key word for #ds106 Daily Create

Something beneath white remains to be seen, between sleep and waking green