All winter
These buds have been fiercely closed.
Armoured, carapaced, primordial.
It's almost incomprehensible to me,
This sudden bursting forth.
The fragile living filigree
Of leaf and flower.
Witnessing the magic
Of this timeless mystery,
Unchangeable and unchanging, perpetual,
Without beginning, without end,
I begin to understand my nothingness.
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