the trees under my window–
bare sticks of things for half a year or more–
are returning to us.
They are new trees and I didn’t know–
I hadn’t seen–
they would return to us laced with lavender flowers.
Your poetry is lovely that reminds me “again” this seedling sprouting and will become a Maple tree should it survive.
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