Spring
These moments,
This pregnant Pause,
the birds start to sing louder
and louder,
miracles start to seem
Possible again.
From the dark cold of winter
I stand in this space,
This space where the snow queen
hands back her palace,
For a moment,
This pregnant pause,
where sunlight comes back,
to check,
To check
what it may raise up
again.
John Roberts
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