Early spring
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1 min readApr 30, 2020
Wild roses, a precious
bee, a prudent cuckoo —
its presence
revealed by its
voice alone.
My steps — the only trace of human existence.
Shily, tentatively,
oblivious, maybe, of
others before them,
tiny leaves venture out
into the world.
From a collection on coping while in self-isolation.
© Elena Gabrielli, 2020