Spring is late this year in Michigan. We had quite a bit of rain last week and now the trees are beginning to bud out.
While I anxiously await for the buds to unfurl into luscious greenery, I find there is beauty in the rugged nakedness of a tree enduring the seasons much like in my own life experiences.
timeless beauty waits
pockmarked and arthritic
to feel young again
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