In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,

in the silent barreness

of our woods underground 

bumble bees draw close,

and chipmunks remain silent,

praying for a blanket

of snow, and to remember

where their acorns

lay hidden.


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Soon and very soon the flowers will begin pushing, breaking the ground

and tender shoots will reach for the sun, carrying hope

moving up, opening and spreading their petals.


And I love how they are never afraid of the bees, taking

from them, nor even of cross-pollination – the invention

of something new, bold colors to inspire and make us think

mixing could help us become, even more beautiful.


Let’s hope they say a prayer for us, as we cower in our corners,

resisting the brightness of our sun, and afraid of the bees.


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