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A moment of breathing, in the woods

Stop – note the uncurling green branch buds;

this small grove of elm trees awakens

for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/when-spring-speaks-in-tricubes/

I am wander a page spelunker wrapping fingers around verse immersed inside some other poet's writing finding something forgotten or missed a glance a sound a thought a kiss

for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/the-verse-collector/

Stoic and focused on food at its feet, the stork embodies patience

A voice in the din; this is where we can begin to hold back the tide

for Algot

As much as five miles - a honeybee will forage far from the home hive

Merely a sliver of light against the night sky, reflecting the Sun

An amaryllis sleeps 'til spring, then lifts its head; a daffodil dance

Where to put the words without fitting them in slots, so the verse might breathe?

A grain standing strong against wind and drought, inside the Fertile Crescent

A pond, transient to Spring, sings itself to life: tadpoles to peepers