Song of Winter

Stream in WinterLate winter afternoon.

A dream,

Of soft, easy light.

Where hope hangs from delicate branches

Stretched across the wind.




This wind roots out bits of summer,

Then sends them across the fields,

Sailing to quiet places of rest.

Out there they come together,

And find it all again.


In this wind, everything is big.

Telling all our stories at once




While singing comfort songs

From far away over the hills.



In the dream,

Whispering little secrets,

Stammering over your truths,

Caressing those memories into

Songs that haunt us

In their forgotten simplicity.


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