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Orange, lemon
strawberry
in the shade
playfully hanging
luster of summer
fragrance of spring
sunlit colors
in festive green.
Gray to green
wake up and sing
renewed itself
in secret spring.
Wintering hair
dulling gray
will it be renewed
some hidden spring day?
Twinkling my eyes
say I won’t die
if all things recycle
shouldn’t I?
(previously published in Poetic Voices)
copyright 2002
Frances
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