rebirth (or, the beauty in the perpetuation of weeds)

Spring began
young

and grew
and grew tired
and grew old

so that
a breath
could

begin Spring
new.

...

Poem written in response by L.L. Barkat's HCB prompt: "a sentence with a picture in it." Drop your own into her comment box this week for links and a possible feature at High Calling Blogs.





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