Spring time is for new life or is it for raking under the freshly dead?
There’s a little life left in the dead for the seedling to suck dry into dust.
The sad tidings are the seedlings are forced to use failed DNA and imprints.
One root after another hitting rock bottom again; more shallow every season.
Maybe a brittle snap of winter will return, supplying more dead for yet newer life.
Some who are perfect escapes the nursery, being transplanted into a new environment.
The fresher soil still steams with nitrogen and oxygen flooding into their roots with new life.
No one knows their fate as the shovels begin to turn the rest of us under again into the void.
© 2011 Michael Yost
vivid capture of it.
welcome…
Glad to see you in.
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Thanks for the invite.
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Yeah, we never know. I am the weed. I am the flower.
A very interesting take.
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Or the most genectically sound? Scary thoughts for all.
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Very true. We never do now and somehow I think it’s all of a piece.
Very well done, Michael. Whenever I return for a visit, I’m delighted to find new growth.
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I blush.. Thanks Jamie.
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This is a very realistic view of spring.
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Thanks Teri! Thanks for stopping by.
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Such is nature… Interesting read!
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So true, glad you enjoyed it.
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Interesting topic, great imagery!
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Thanks Emily Jane, gratitude given and accepted.
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A weed is just an unwanted wild flower !!
Like the read !
JL&B
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Just another brick in the wall! smiles
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whoa… WOW! loved it!
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Appreciate the comment and the visit!
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Now this is definitely a different take on spring! I like it!
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Every once in a while the noggin knocks someting out! Thanks for stopping by.
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Great poem!
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Thanks and thanks for subscribing!
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And so nothing goes to waste… Lovely, interesting imagery.
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Thanks Krisse, gratitude given and accepted.
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Vibrant and well written! Wow!
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Thanks, I appreciate the commnet and the visit!
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A wonderful poem.
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Thanks David.
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beautiful poem about the spring! 🙂 enjoyed it.
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Thanks for visiting and the comment!
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Fantastic … and esp love the last line 🙂
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Thanks! Like your handle; It implies responsibility for the future; very cool.
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Really great imagery (don´t know how to write this word 😦 ) well, great anyway! 🙂
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Appreciate the words! Thanks for coming over for the visit.
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