Spring
wrapped in his dark embrace,
the nights are cold and long-
death covers the land.
but now as her veil is lifted,
she spreads life and renewal-
welcoming her priest, her love
to know take his long awaited rest,until
once again he takes the throne when winter comes again.
Copyright © Cynthia Ramage | Year Posted 2013
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