Spring in Twilight Denouement
The wood pile smaller
The winter long
With it my strength
To split and carry
But spring is here
Not dark at five
The fields are wet
With melting snow
Dun brown gives way
To hints of green
Winter wheat seen again
Fall planted bulbs again arise
I sit here worn in this old chair
And pray to witness one last year
To see the flowers in vast array
To feel the sun hot once again
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2021-03-05 at 17:12
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