Brown turn green bright.

Flight.

No more death, instead life.

Bright.

Flowers bud true–

no more wilt to go with the guilt.

New.

Life aloft, species return.

Turn away from hiding.

Light.

Spirit threatening to freeze–

thaw again, time to move on,

leave pain behind.

Moving.

Changing of the season,

mercy and reason to be…

fluid again.

Feeling.

~~~~~

Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday

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