through the window
the wind and the birds
deep in the bushes’ stirring
winter leaves slowly
slowly winter leaves
winter slowly leaves
us alone
with our memories
and the foretelling
the race is on
blossoms unfurl one after the other
the birds have stopped squabbling
hunting now the worms for nestlings
slowly
the sun rises in the sky
warmth returns
slowly
again
as i have said before
tomorrow
aye tomorrow
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