Spring 2021

For one winter moment,

one brief twilight still,

the snowline draping the sills of the far peaks,

the chill, dark and troubling,

I worry for spring.

In the depth of its dark,

the veil of its night,

the slight season stirs, stretches the coming blush,

the grace of its entry,

a repose of rain.

Each season has its way,

Its own gift to give.

Spring proffers change, rebirth, earth sprouting anew,

a courtesan of hues,

a bountiful bliss.

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