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 OnceTrees un-leavedNaked in the stillness Of frosted dawn,That old complacent wisdom —Winter passing, the coming of springBuds like curled fists.Birds returning to their nestsEvery winter we shiver A little bit longer.Hoarfrost whiskers our bones We slouch. We wither.Hips snap. We slip.Exhaust our listOf foolish gambits.Spring has passedAnd doesn ’t come back We bloom only onceThen hunt for blankets3/11/24

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - March 11, 2024 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs