Spring snow

For the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. This week’s words:

DIG | EQUAL | DEAR | WHITE | RUSE

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Roots dig deep into the dark,

Branches spread beneath the light

And spring winds blow, now warm now chill

Through budding trees where winter still

Would cast cold night.

A pale sun shines to coax the sap

That rises from the deep, dark roots

And bursts in white foam like the snow

That will not melt.

Though unfurled petals take the hues

Of gaudy, garish sunset skies,

No spring sight is as dear to me

As the snow-white blossom of an apple tree.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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