Winter stings my face

snow on ground gleams off the sun…

humans hibernate.

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Brown to green thriving

springing forth life gone dormant–

grow seeds of the earth.

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Freely move through air,

leaves worship the sun with wave–

moon sits by waiting.

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Passing on to next-

brilliance in color change afoot

cool winds move yearning.

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Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck

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