-------Granite Hills-------
I
have left many thoughts
to
these granite hills.
Out
of my pockets
and
my hair they fall
upon
cold, wet earth
into
the cracks of coming Spring.
I
let go what I must to heal,
stepping
to the rhythm of growth.
And
as the sun rises,
a
beautiful, green leaf
emerges
from
the darkness.
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