More Bare Bones . . .

The bar bones of winter hide the promise of spring!

A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green

There is something in the sparseness–

the sparse stretching to the sky,

the intertwining, community of bare bones,

waiting for green buds and fancy dresses.

Spare looks like loss,

but faith sees the bloom and fruit of what will be

in time.

Hope dresses bones in breezy longing.

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