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Midway through the season, 
Just as the tulips were fading 
A breeze from the north carried portents of late frost. 
Leaves began rustling more yellow than green 
Mixed with their whispers the faintest of sounds 
A familiar undertone 
A voice. 
Her voice?

Startled and hopeful 
She headed upwind toward the distant horizon 
Among whose clouds she would seek what was lost .

As she trudged through the meadows the voice became clearer 
The pitch, tone and rhythms combining in words 
‘If only,’ she heard.

Intent on her purpose 
She marched to the mantra 
If only, if only 
Directing her way.

She was unaware that the clouds were approaching her 
Faster than she was approaching them.

Dark grey and billowing 
Quickly they met her 
Showering crystalline all around. 
If only if only 
The voice still it beckoned 
She followed ‘til every vision turned white 
Then stopped and squinted 

Into the whiteness ‘til shadows appeared just off to the east. 
If only, if only 
The voice still it beckoned 
She felt a compulsion to blindly follow 
But drawn by the safety the shadows suggested 
She veered off her course 
And soon came upon 
Rubble from some long since forgotten storm.

Enclosed in shelter 
Exhausted she slept. 
A vague dream of another voice too faint for words 
Caressed her ‘til waking dawn

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