Monday, February 4, 2013

Mustard Seeds

The cold wind blows. It buries
black seeds in deep
new snow.

So now is the time
for miracles!

Shedding death’s grip, seeds slip
their leathery binds, pale stems
rise to boundless
blue skies

as at last breaking through
golden leaves unfurl
and life again fills 
this resurgent

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