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The bamboo garden, revisited

wind playing through reeds
tending the garden with care
spring time is coming

softer breezes now
the sun, such a long-lost friend
i feel blissful warmth

battered blue bucket
sits upon the weathered well
hope of cool waters

ancient sign, still propped
the letters fading away
seasons always pass

memory yet sighs
winter was a heavy thing
cold, cruel, and distant

weeding and pruning
making mulch of memories
better things to come

the ground is thirsty
seedlings rustle ‘neath the soil
so eager to grow

the bamboo garden
place of eternal blooming
an infinite hope