It happens,
without much attention given.

Each cycle, snows fall.
As days grow, in design
sun transforms crystals
into droplets that sink deeply
inlying drowsy earth,
a drink of conversion to buttress revolution.

A rhapsodic unruly revelry begins.

There is innovation
in each sprout pressing up
through wintered bed.
A refinement from previous growth,
persistently rooted in experience.

Transfiguration isn’t left solely
on mountaintops.

It is meant for every foot
married to luscious earth.
A volley of blinding light
blossoming exuberance
comes from within,
a furnace burning
a passionate ferocity.

Once begun, flush refuses
to be cooled, burgeons,
mandatorily unfurls,
solitary but surprisingly weak.
Yet given breath and light
and time, some adversity
to affirm remarkable strength,
radical life swells anew.




Author’s note:

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