The clouds held
dirt from yesterday,
dimming the blue
to a dingy gray
that met me
after the sun
rose somewhere
behind the murkiness,
but my eyes fell
on the blooming
pear tree, the simple,
life-lit green,
white cups holding
a spray of pink,
a promise, a budding
of spring.
—C.L. Fisher, March 2021
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