Gray though the winter,
its muted sun dampened by
drizzles, defiant
sprigs glisten in the garden –
bare-limbed but for sprouts of green.
Posted in Response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Manifesto
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Nestled within
velvet mews,
filaments crowd
with new year’s hopes imbued
but fruition’s months away
or years or maybe null
for progress buzzes in some
gardens but not all.
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