repose

Darkness gives way to morning
As the cold ground receives
What little warmth may be headed
It’s way with the rising of the sun
And all that lives is quiet, perhaps buried
Beneath the frosty ground-
Strengthening and wizening,
And waiting for spring’s soft touch-
My heart is also in repose;
Opening and giving within the darkness
Of my deep and plentiful earth,
Waiting for a change in season
To open like soft petals upon the ground-
Growing up up up and dwelling now down
Beneath the beauty of life
Where the ancient songs are played
And where the deepest parts of me reside

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