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
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Oh yes, Resurrection reincarnation call it what you may if not, literal metaphorical each of us have a new birth. Beautiful images.
Thanks Soren, I always appreciate your insightful feedback
Two lives converge within one tender bloom
Old and new embrace, the seasons dance
Never seen these transitions described in such a way-great choices and very artful Gray0328
Yes, I did have to look up remontant. Like annuals times two. Very nice.
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