Let It Change

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

The land went from dry and cracked, 
to drowned, deep mud, inundated. 
Downpours helped green hills
emerge like proud daughters.
Wildflower season is coming. 
It will be brief, over so soon. 
Let me go count the colors,
myriad hues of yellow, white,
purple and orange, miraculous
but temporary shades born 
of the cool earth. Alive. 
Alivened. Moving. Gone.

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