Dearly Beloved,Grace and Peace to you.
Though I know better
the trees look dead.
Here and there a little prison
of ice is forgiven.
Little green hands reach up through leafmold
and I can’t let go.
A door opens inside me
I didn’t know was there.
which only recently
seems to have become possible
though it has been riding upper currents
from the other side of the world.
A clear front develops
as everything emerges from within.
Expect variable conditions,
and completely predictable
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