Exceptional A Minute poem for the contest Winds of Change by tfawcus Minute contest entry

I hear the wind, its cleansing breath. "Away with death," it seems to say as brown leaves sway. It gives a tug and sets them free of winter's tree, transformed, at last; tomorrow's past. Persephone will bring fresh birth and springtime mirth; a warmer breeze that also frees. Recognized Author Notes Image credit: Photo by Jordan Ladikos on Unsplash

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