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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Blackberry Winter







Eyes search,
linger on horizon,

wait for gilded lines
to crest,
to savor
vast flavor 
as light bends.

Boundless
opportunity
and immeasurable
wealth

wash winter white,
warm spring ferns,
breathe new red berries
with soft bird-song at daybreak.

It is an
inexhaustible
continuum
arched for
fresh green
sprouts, spun
mid tender
seedling-song

richly absorbed
for knowledge
kept within each
endless curve -

each life curve ...

Humble tears well
overwhelmed
within a vernal sunrise.

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