Somewhere, Winter is Dying

 

 

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Somewhere, winter is dying

Winter is dying somewhere

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We know it is time.

The apple barrel is nearly empty

And I am no longer muffled

by the snow.

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I am not sure what to do

when spring comes;

will I know where to step,

will I sink in the grass

or stand upon tender blades

with bleeding feet?

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No, but the ground

is soft and the world

is mist and moving

like the cricket. I see the

owl and taste the wild

winds and I know

that rain is the lullaby

of spring.

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©Prasanta
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