the soft lick of breeze on sun slapped cheek like the touch of down upon cold bared skin Or like slivered sun barely breaking dark though closed blinds with chance of change or the fast fleeting flash into something greater something that is more
Rich rain smell scent of melting snow Usher departure of deep rooted frost saturated bedding for browned blades grass loose-rooted gently nudged awake by sun’s growing fever. I, long asleep, winter wrapped, reach tired arms, achingly, toward you, toward your warmth, to melt deeply rooted frosts of anger and loosely rooted spears of fear
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