The unfurl...
Catching the sun in dark places.
Mirrors shine light too blinding to see-
as I loosen and grow-
long for the great unravel.
Explode and release.
All day long we wait for worth.
Reaching to surroundings-
I hope you graze your fingertips-
on all I can be.
A crozier burgeon-
spreads out within an expansion.
Wedge days to be dreamed of at night,
and I rise-
spring salvation...
The fern knew some grace-
in creating a beauty-
errupting out of cold rain.
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