April

 

a curling breeze
made its way
’round mossy
haired rocks,

still threaded
with the remnants
of arctic wind

sewing itself
into awakening
tree skins;

weaving invisible
gossamer graphs
‘twixt stretching
strands of

mossflower.
stitched in,

we grow.

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