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A late Winter breeze

A late Winter breeze licks
The very last of Summer
From your skin.

Bony tree fingers curl around
Invisible cords of Light
Garnishing nothing.

Having shed last year’s verve
Take my hand and walk
Through this death Womb
With me, into irenic Spring!

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7 thoughts on “A late Winter breeze

  1. your pieces always have this wonderful, visceral feel to them… very real,.. very fleshy,.. but still the words pull together beautifully and without vulgarity or harshness… (even the slightly vulgar ones) 🙂

  2. You had me at the first verse, powerful imagery without wasting words.

    And I’m happy to see that at least I’m not the only one who had to look up “irenic”!;)

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