Pre-Springtime

Pregnant and full of potential,

a seed awaiting the world,

sensing that everything is yet to come,

that she has almost arrived.

The tragedy is when she arrives,

she will no longer be the seed.

She will know that further on is to sprout

and blossom,

wither and die.

She will know this in her depth, but cannot

approach it waking.

She is just full,

and tomorrow,

she will be something else.

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