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The Season's Embrace
By Naomi Rivera
Published April 7th, 2024
With each coming spring,
I shake my limbs beneath
a golden sun, fuzzy habitants
stretching their wings, foraging
the floral sheath of my time. Baby
red birds bloom from nests, cradled
deep within wooden folds, warbling
with the morning wind, soft as bells.
My lobed leaves are close and flex-
ible, no sign of last season here.
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