(PAD #044) transition (into popcorn)

there’s popcorn
on the golden plum

spring is in the air

is falling
across the grass

not burning

is a threshold

a time
of change

seasons blur

on moment
I’m in
the winter chill

one moment
I am holding my face
into a sunshine stream

and popcorn
is dotting
the bare branches
of my golden plum


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