Some of the pods held on
until now, waiting for spring before
they released their seeds. Only
once each seed drops and has
its chance in the ground. Only
this moment is the time
for each, and the rain must
come, and no late frost
condense along the tree line.
So spring passes into being with
a chance instant for each living
thing, including you and me.
Yay Kath! You're inspiring me, as always.
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