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Cherry blossoms manifest
Renewal planting
Springtime ritual
Lost to climate change nightmare
Food scarcity harvested.
Too bleak? I ask myself, looking up from my poetry to watch the cherry blossoms fall in January from the sudden ice storm. The trees are confused, and the grain harvest needed because even wheat can’t grow in the summer heat anymore is bent over, destroyed. We will scavenge what we can of the grain tomorrow.
(words 75; first published 3/19/2023, from a FB visual prompt for a writing group I belong to – aiming for 50 words)