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Concentric days

Tree rings, circling

spiraling to the sky

branches reach, cloudy entwined

summer swirling, silently

blossoms on the ground

tiny seeds planted

soft the rain seeps

without a sound

Leaves sway, decay

lay in the cold

all their days turn to dust

gone the reddest golds

Skies of white

awash in winter’s grey

with warming light, snowflake

patterns will run and trickle in

the sun

days born of velvet green

layered buds, jeweled petals, encased within

resplendent colored fragrance

waiting in the wings

and so begins life’s

sacred circling


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