Mystic

Frost draws

tree leaf

 

empty sky

glows bright

 

apocalypse

sunrise.

 

Venus fades

from view

 

robin mutters

squirrels fly

 

why can’t I

why can’t I?

 

I follow

in my dream

 

leap from chasm

to living stream

 

I’m spirit

seeking spirit

 

let me in

just let me in.

 

Snow crystals

cling:  each one

 

separate:

as fragile as

 

this breath

 

I’m breathing

out,  you’re

 

breathing in.

 

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