As veins that trail the fold of bark, and curl around the farthest bough
Like light that warms the hidden stark, and rains that rise what rested low
Will blood again find warmth in light, and breaths delayed now grown to speed
And thirsty buds that ushered blight drink now the dew that drop in beads
To stand up high and claim what’s sown within the soils that once were cold
a seed that pecked upon by crows, yet proved to reach some stronger hold
Will my friend see a sudden day, and longer still with suns to come
To live without repine or fray but only blooms once day is done.
-j.m.
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