From a Winter's Tale

-------From a Winter's Tale-------

The spring comes like morning does,

quietly up from the darkness of Winter's tale,

across the sheets, into our fields 

of the clover and grasses still covered in snow.

We lay down in the dawn, shivering together.

Not from cold, 

but reacquainting with that old feeling 

of the air on our skin.

Those first few moments are like childhood;

not a fear nor worry in having enough; a kind of trust within

that starts the seeds to turn themselves

and returning songbirds song by song.

The light rises

and breaks the edge of the world,

from pieces into one,

and it all begins again.

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