not lost, buried
behind a supermarket in the suburbs
shed like skin
trodden
into
crevasses searching
for signs of life
lying awake, in the dark
listening to the beating heart of life
waiting for the call
of sun and sparrow
when tendrils burst
from sidewalks and parking lots
shattered hope
scattered earthward
waits out winter
waits
and watches
not lost,
only buried
awaken now,
as green and gold reprimand
strong as love
and dandelions
to turn away
this
false
winter
1SageFemme All Rights Reserved 2016
Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 
I am reading this belatedly, but it seems so timely as I long for Spring. I hope you are still writing even if not posting; your writing is so beautiful – word choice, rhythms, images, all!
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Thank you:) I was thinking about the winter descending with Trump. Here’s hoping for a better spring!
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As Tammy said, you were missed, but what a come-back! Loved this uplifting beautiful truth poem. Well done! Such lovely words. Life can take us away from writing, but I am glad you came back because your words are important and we appreciate them xo
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Thank you Candice:)
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Superb poems should always be appreciated and yours is my friend xo You are so welcome xo
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It’s been awhile…missing your writing.
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Thank you:) I’ve been caught up with making a living and being a parent lately and haven’t been checking in on the WordPress community as often as I should be. I really appreciate seeing your comments pop up!
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It wasn’t meant to pressure, rather to tell you that you are thought of~
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😊
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And I hit enter too fast before. Parenting and working is a lot, more power to you 🙂
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Powerful, I really love the visuals in this
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Thank you:)
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