Song of Winter

Stream in WinterLate winter afternoon.

A dream,

Of soft, easy light.

Where hope hangs from delicate branches

Stretched across the wind.

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Here,

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.

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In this wind, everything is big.

Telling all our stories at once

Whispering…

Stammering…

Caressing…

While singing comfort songs

From far away over the hills.

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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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