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Spring is Late

Updated: Apr 23, 2020

This white snow on last year’s lost leaves

Is like funnel cake underfoot.

Soggy, crunchy I tap dance to

A canopy of hemlock boughs.

Lichen is loyal to the stone

Embracing its cold companion.

Like green eyes resting on lovers

Holding hands at the Ferris wheel.

The carnival of my late spring

Is not a thing we should regret.

One beauty delays another,

And everyone is a winner.

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Mar 19, 2020

Sweet poem. The imagery really made me create a scene of transitioning seasons in my head. I also like the Ferris wheel part, it made me go "aww."

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