Remnants of a years rich harvest
Gratitude for these lingering reminders
Of how quickly timelessness
Moves on
Feeling my own branches
Loosening their hold
Readying to dream myself anew
Ahh, I feel springs new growth
Just a few moons away
All held in this perfect moment
No reason to rush
And nothing to wait for
Now is always the perfect time
To jump
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