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Take me
out to the wood.
Let my feet
trample
the soft underflow
of winter's leaves
before
Spring's new warmth
crumbles them to dust.
Curled buds
unfurling,
diffusion of bulbs
sprouting,
bird calls,
earth awakening
a power
flooding the land
light
restoring,
returning to life.
New spring,
you too returning
with false promises,
speaking oenduring love.
I know better.
When you bring me
Bluebells and May blossom
I see only
dry branches and withered leaves.