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Spring
Spring
Spring and a weary sun
climbs reluctant from the morning mist,
the faded grass, flattened by the memory
of snow, stretches to the tangled bushes,
still stripped and stark, unready
for the task of reawakening.
Spring and another year
struggles upward through the ashes.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.23.22
Prompt: Weary.
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