Turning of the Orchard

Here the orchard turns inward
Fallen into the cold February
In frozen buds waiting for spring
Time compresses
Years to minutes like fumbling grace
Snapped in the pruning,
Releases potential
Into the unknown we tumble
Face to face with our own deep freeze
The well of grief breaks surface
As the crocus reaches for the sun.

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