In Writing

Sweet spring
Hold me close
Kiss away the chafe of a cruel, indifferent winter
Love me well
Your balmy air on my skin

Help me forget the chill

I see you close,
A wide-eyed moon smiling down
A love-pink streak in the sky
A caress of all the things to come
Awakening in me a love of earth-smell and green things
And the quiet hopes than whisper to me from the trees.

The people who are mine I love fierce and strong, narrow but deep
But in the spring, you crack me open
And show me there is yet more room.



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