blooming ghosts foretell
spring through cold wet dark as life
returns from red clay
On my way to work every morning, I see these ghostly blooms, volunteer bradford pears and plum tress lighting up the gray woods of the damned daylight saving time darkness of a wet, raining morning. The balance of light and dark, of warm and cold–it is still March–and the promise that the green will return brings the hope of new days remembered in the ghostly reminders of spring. Happy Equinox.
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