Analogy

 -------Analogy-------

A cold day

in middle spring

Feels

akin 

to autumn

As Maple buds 

enlight the forest

Like leaves

of red

and gold.

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The Rose's Song

 -------The Rose's Song-------

Spring

is in the air

A fragrance of trust,

like planted

roses,

That war

cannot destroy

With bombs or fear

the people's

song

Their stories

and their seeds.

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Harvests and the Seed

-------Harvests and the Seed-------

On the western coast

where rivers meet

the sea 

and bend like cedar

Stories of this land are told

in the mother tongue 

of seasons

In birdsong, wind, 

and morning light,

in the harvests 

and the seed.

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Growing

 -------Growing-------

Daylight 

upon the roses

Not yet bloomed but budding

Suggests 

the flowers

Sure to come 

Through mindful, 

patient study.

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