Waking from
Winter; where I lost myself
Feeling cold
from betrayal, frostbite wears off
Needles in
my lips make it hard to speak,
I fell so
many times this last season
But being
back there is not what I need
Putting pen
to paper trying to recall
What made me
want to stay back in the cold
Turns my ink
to ice and I cannot think,
I did not
write although the years passed by
But maybe
you were not what I needed
The Winter
Solstice ends and I see day
It is
blinding but I want to step out
I think I
see my former self but no,
Finally I
begin to thaw; remembering
Putting
fresh footprints in the melting snow
I had heard
of ones who woke up then lived
Though I did
not believe it for myself
For I
thought winter would last forever,
Over and
over, some freeze and thaw again
There is
more than the changing of seasons
Hating the
inevitable rising
Not me, the
star above; for I felt weak
But on my
feet now I feel like trying,
Opening the
door to “old and distant”
Back to
where I once was, one door before
It is not
far, step back to what you knew
The chords
of a song will hit the right strings
Although it
feels like night will last all year,
Just believe
somehow winter ends for you
Even if it endures
until late spring.
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Coming into the high room again after years
after looking and mistakes and forgetting
you of whom I had heard
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Late Spring - W.S. Merwin
Coming into the high room again after years
after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds of lies
after losses and feet on stairs
after looking and mistakes and forgetting
turning there thinking to find
no one except those I knew
finally I saw you
sitting in white
already waiting
you of whom I had heard
with my own ears since the beginning
for whom more than once
I had opened the door
believing you were not far
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