who threads the ivory needle and
embroiders leaves on twig and bough
tacks on spring buds
beneath the frosty breath
to bring the brittle branches life
who hems the winter desert
with blazing dogwood blossoms
touching magenta thimble thumb
with welcoming aroma
who rots the dogwood blossoms
to fall in a pungent splendor
leaving strung up thread-ends
blowing in the breeze
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