Quickening
A blue pastel haze
On this midwinters day
envelops the world as we know it around
I pause in this whistling quiet of snow
And take in the absense of sound
Within I felt a budding
the slightest little nudge
has cracked this frozen layered facade
I believed no way would budge
Hold out I will for eventual thaw
Winter will pass this way by and by
As closely I harken the whisper of spring
On a wind as soft as a sigh
The palest of light shines through this gloom
emitted from a distant shore
embrace it I will for its life giving warmth
As I have received it before
Joyously I welcome it
though its light at present is vague
Soaking it inwardly warming this core
melting this ice crusted ache
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