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Remontant Hydrangeas

 

In spring’s first breath, last year’s bones  

Bloom forth with life, a memory rooted deep  

Old wood, worn yet strong, births colors anew  

Echoes of time, held fast in the flower’s heart

 

But when summer’s hand turns the world to flame  

Fresh stems rise, tender and unscarred, reaching  

New wood carries tomorrow in its veins  

A second flush, not bound by yesterday

 

Two lives converge within one tender bloom  

Old and new embrace, the seasons dance