Epiphany for
the Approaching Spring
It always
creeps up on me,
this day
unmarked by any romantic inkling
but here it
comes--spring,
when pockets
of flowers arrive in shouts of yellow,
and on the
vestige of a windy dawn, an ocean remains stilled,
while the
light waxes from frost to shine,
marking us
with time and a surprise bloom of bright
red
camellias opening into the new season, the way we are.
Crimson camellia -- Rose Ganucheau
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