Look Closer
It is in tiny signs
that the promise
is given.
In little nubs
and tiny bumps
in delicate buds
curled tight
and close
to damp branches.
Everything
curled up close,
waiting for warmth
to set free
nature’s promise
of a new start.
Tell me the emotions described here, hm? Hidden treasures? Promises of things to come?
I love you, beautiful. GOD so much
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