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This nameless time

between seasons

seems to defy designation.

Winter? Spring?

It’s undecided,

or simply uninterested in being labeled.

The skeleton trees,

standing watch over lingering snow

whisper, wait

as tiny moss spores

yawn, unfurl,

astonished

they remember

the sun.