Spring Comes

by Paul C. Binotto

© 2019

Old-faithful, evergreen eruptions,
pierce the sky. Like Paschal candles, Sun-flame flickering off
their tops remind us, not all beneath the snow-white funeral cloth
is dead; but lives still, reposed in quiet hibernations.
To awake refreshed, ready to re-clothe the spirit when spring comes.


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