All things have
(and take)
their time –
to go fallow
and then rise
from root to sky,
to bloom and grow.
Nature shows us –
there is no shame
in a patient cycle of
quiet moments
and many tries.
Bloom (A Poem)
A Virginia Writer's Diary
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A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Beautiful poem and photo.
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Thank you!
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Welcome. My pleasure.
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Beautiful, and the last line is superb. The perfect photograph to go with it, with the bokeh melding the colors.
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Thank you! Graham took that picture last weekend. It was really striking – the only bloom on that particular plant.
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Wow!
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Thanks! 🙂
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Thanks for this beautiful poem.
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Thank you for reading! I’m so glad you liked it!
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Very nice. Early spring requires patience. April is cruel!😂
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Yes, it does! It’s been lovely this week, and then this weekend, it’ll be cool and cloudy again. Patience, indeed.
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Love it! ❤
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Thank you! It makes me happy to hear that!
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all things pass away and then come again after dying
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While reading this, I was imagining a sapling and it’s journey… how it starts from the ground, grows into the plant, then grows further into a tree. While it’s a sapling, it depends on us for water, while it become a full grown tree we depend on it for shade, oxygen and fruits!!
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I love that! And you’re so right – it’s a cycle, and an important one, at that.
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Thank you for sharing, I’m looking forward to read more from you 😃
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting!!
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