Demeter
Harvest my love in reverence
Loft these bushels to sift in air
Husk them to hearts of prayer
Sow true my coming endurance
For each Soul cocooned like mine
Must weather through the coming
Longs nights of less than nothing
No promise to germinate storyline
Push back the harsh breath of ice
Keep us wrapped wholly well spun
Turn cheek to kisses blown by Sun
Flower us to bloom in fragrant spice
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