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Winter to Spring as your to me
winter dying slowly on my deck
slowly dripping away off houses
it's only comfort after falling is the ground
a warm embrace to melt into
like you.
trees are tired of death
so long ago they'd dress themselves
in colors ravishing and vivid
now they sit, jealous of the snow
for having such comfort
when the tree's lie naked
detailed tracks are sunken in the snow
barely made out as an impression
old trails of long journeys traveled
that no one knows about
but i know about you.
by now you are almost leaving
come home to me
like the Winter let's Spring come home.
