After blossom is gone,
delicate bones remain.
Evergreen clematis blooms early.
Empty pods reminding
me at a glance ~
what once was
might be possible again.
Fragile skeleton memory.
"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~ George Bernard Shaw
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