Gospel

Wake slow and let up, Winter,

Blossoms tight and

Closed to a new day—

Isn’t that just fear of wonder?

The lonely place where teardrops dry out

 

And fall beside those aging kingdoms

That serve as markers for children

Who keep looking away

From the lights that guide them

Along the miles that slither into time.

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