The Spread

   It is the smell of renewal, a fresh start

            of one’s sins and darkness washed away

            by a cool and undiscerning hand

            It is the once cracked and dry ground

            now filled to the brim, unblemished

            made whole again by the weeping heavens

            It is flora unfolding with a newfound life,

            the roots drinking their fill

            beneath the cover of an overcast sky

            It is the rhythmic drum against the window

            a steady tattoo that aligns with the beat of your heart,

            and a promise of a better day to come

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Original poem by Maddy Talbert.

Featured image is from GIPHY.