On a cold morning
As the ice melts
I’m reminded in the quiet
Of the beauty that exists
Unseen. Pulsing in the soil and
In the trees bare.
Unseen for now, restoration
Is coming.
EM Morgan
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On a cold morning
As the ice melts
I’m reminded in the quiet
Of the beauty that exists
Unseen. Pulsing in the soil and
In the trees bare.
Unseen for now, restoration
Is coming.
EM Morgan
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