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There Is A Season

A year in verse.

Photo by Chris Lawton on Unsplash

The frost retreats, fleeing from the sunlight
Barren branches burgeon with budding leaves
Thawing ice where the weeping willow grieves
Nature rekindles the annual fight

The mercury climbs to dizzying heights
Creatures cluster in the shade’s slight reprieve
While we enjoy a holiday too brief
And gather…

Perfection in fourteen lines.

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Wholly Holly

Wholly Holly

Poet and author across several genres, with a love of photography and gardening.

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