Dormant

The winds sickle

sideways, in place

a bud

shorned off

a fragile strength

remains

an armour

of protection

comforts

the roots

and thorns

a dormant love

waiting to bloom

the moment

of glory

in days, in weeks

to come

the cradling hands

of the warming sun.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Kristina Flour on Unsplash

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