The White Desert’s End

A winding gale blows
Through the leaves
And amongst the trees
A howl is heard
A summons
The call is heard
A small sprout breaks the frozen ground
A brushstroke of green
Along a white canvas
Its presence
Unwanted in the white desert
Yet with strength
A tulip stands
The announcement of a new era

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Illustration by Danielle Callaghan