Wings in My Sleep

For me tilted wings framed by my window forebears emerging springSome find nodding daffodils the deliverer of winter’s demiseOthers the green crocus blades as prognosticators of season change These sleeping residents awaked from their cold beds with Vernal’s kiss,Flowering from successes of springs pastThrusting from energy of colorful ancestors they are icons of stability But

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