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In deep winter, after all the seeds have flown away,
the remnants of the coneflowers remind me of the promise of new life.
I hold on to the rough beauty of winter, embracing its
lessons, embracing its hope, and most of all its emptiness.
The winter is for emptying, then waiting,
with patience in the darkness, for the seeds of life
and love to refill my waiting soul.
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For Carpe Diem – wild flowers
For Recuerda Mi Corazon – haiku my heart
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 