iced in wind-blown blossom.
As blackthorn winter chills our bones
we know it should be warm -
buds have burst through winter skins.
Each spring it warns us -
in a pall of frosted petals -
that the winter wind still blows.
Blossom cloaks emerging berries,
protecting autumn’s bitter beauty
from the late Spring chill -
its cloud of dusky sloes.
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