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March – a poem

 March
  
 gold blades slice  
 weeping bare limbs 
 pierce cold earth
  
 ice water 
 seeping 
 bright tonic
  
 wake
 sleeping roots
 rise

By markthegrey

I am a biologist, author, poet, professor, and parent. I nest in Aurora, IL with my spouse and about two to four kids.

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