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Thought Springs From Winter's Dreams
Thought Springs from Winter’s Dreams Written By Brett Somers 2-20-17 Times are rolling. Focused, pleased with the world indeed. When Winter whispers, “Spring is near,” Mind disperses, Heart expands, As the warm gusts float in. And with breath exhaled, Time begins a stagnant stop. That which was withheld-in, begins, To drop. Trickle of Spring. A leak from Winter’s wintering. As condensed thought, From frozen Winter, Begins to rot. Winters frozen icicle, By clearer direction it points. But in every direction Spring will be, Transforming solid ice into an edgeless sea. And so with Spring, it is also with me. On this first Spring day, My thoughts are dissipating. Locked-in thought from this icicle pop, Is also leaking from me. What I tried to forget, Can no longer be forgot. Released from its frozen tomb, These thoughts flood this room. As I tread, I feel like I’m treading nowhere. As if I were back in utero, Hearing life’s first sounds, From within my mother’s Sacramento.
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