And for a flower to wither under ice and
bloom at daybreak, it has to be taken. From
Japanese gardens, it has traveled back
to us; now caramel leaves
tell White Mountain skies:
“Everything
you could want already exists,”
and gifts us with a reminder
of how odd it is to be anything living
at all.
Original poetry and photography.
Featured in Rooted: A Story of Trees.
Hazel J. Hall 
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