The winds sickle
sideways, in place
a bud
shorned off
a fragile strength
remains
an armour
of protection
comforts
the roots
and thorns
a dormant love
waiting to bloom
the moment
of glory
in days, in weeks
to come
the cradling hands
of the warming sun.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Kristina Flour on Unsplash
#Poetry #Micropoem #Love #Hibernation
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