The clouds pulse with light
And flowers drip with water
The sky opens her veins
And they pour freely.
The gutters groan from overflow
The run-off soaks the ground.
I awake from a dream of Spring
To a Winter spun land
The ice webs its way across my window
Sleeping too close to the window,
My breath from last night
Slowly lifts its gloves from the pane
One finger at a time,
My breath fades away
Invisible,
Floating on the wind.
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