After Winter
After WinterLight shall once again paint
Fields and hills with colours warm and bright
Sunshine more kind to all below
Heaven seems to know to the letter
Every single leaf that breathes, name
A holy flame warms the frozen earthen tears
Living rivers form to find the music that winds
It's way to every ear that may hear them sing
Wake to enter
After Winter
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-12-26 at 12:56
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