02.03.2026 for dVerse Poets Pub
In response to: https://wp.me/p1GTyJ-8St
Green After the Dry
This year the island changes its mind. After years of dust and ochre hills, rain has come steadily, insistently, and now the ground answers in green. I walk the familiar path and do not recognize it. Flowers push through places I once called barren. The wind still moves the same, but it carries a different scent—alive, almost sweet. I think of how easily we grow used to endurance, how quickly we forget that renewal is also part of the pattern. I stand there longer than usual, letting the color argue gently with my certainty.
spring rain at dusk
even the old stone wall
softens to moss.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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