Cape August

by Annette Snyckers

Lime green Oak leaves
shrill on gnarled, grey branches,
Spring shall be
my place of pilgrimage.
I shall bend the knee
and make of it an idol.

I shall walk each morning
below the mountain
and watch new buds
unfurling, fuzzy,
sap rising relentlessly.

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