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Unfolding
by Candace Armstrong

Fingers itch in February.
Soggy soil crusted with thin ice
waits patiently for rake and hoe.
Dormant life verges on bursting
when signaled by a warming sun.
Even the air is expectant
with earth's certain birthing of spring.
Splendor in green tendrils slumbers.

 


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