in the sleep of Hope

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in the sleep of Hope
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flowers surrender…

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hushed in restful dormancy,

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dreaming of Summer.

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bloom

with delicate and

slow unfurling

let me savor

then, every

curl and

ruffle.

our

spring

is upon us

i’m here waiting,

an ear to your soil

and listening.

always.

written April 2013
submitted to 20 Lines A Day
prose and poetry challenge for April