Caught

 

I found a poem

caught

in a tree

 

fluttering

like a leaf,

 

struggling

to fly

free

 

 

Oh kite

of many colours,

You strayed 

into the season

of stark

 

You must wait now

for the season

of flight

 


 
when the light

returns

and greening

loosens

all ties

 


 
Flutter

kite,

and wait

 

for the ring

of spring.

 

 
 

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