Winter Part I
Contemptuous heat
Drives waves of bitter air
Across the view
Contorting Hills
Or are they fields?
In the distance
The cold of the sky
Echos in my mind
As I await springs
Arrival. The Winter
Was long, very long
Spring is enduring
As a sculptor with the perfect block
Or a Judge with a sentence
I remember the last thaw
The memory creeps
In distorted views
Or is it just the heat?
What a long Winter
The seeds should've lasted
.
.
They always seem too.


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