seasons deconstructed



supposed to be winter but indeed is still spring
fires of the heart burn heavy and unyielding
I think of colder days and stirring the snow
unlikely to see it again for a while
prairies hillsides trees and oceans
not allowed to become what they are
these, our hopeful days, try to break free

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