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She had bloomed.
Her presence startled me.
The first camellia of early spring,
through the day storm
it was there
deep with color saturated.
Petals rain drenched,
blue above was gray
with clouds heavy full with water
again to fall.
Wind blew vibrant fuchsia petals,
and the fresh green around her.
In the stress, she showed a delicate strength,
a sturdy intent to hold fast unveiled.
I will myself to duplicate.
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The hill I did climb,
rounding my heavily ivied home.
The blossom gave ample surprise and quick pause.
It graced my eyes,
stared back at me assuring light
and heat in coming days.
A visual delicacy she is for all,
for those that view only a glimpse
as wind hides her once again
amongst leaves.
She conveys relief as she stirs the heart with promise.
Her painted color imparts warm hope
as she holds fast, patient in her wait
for dry sunlit mornings.
I will myself to duplicate.
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