Love beguiles us every step of the way
Like Feb, snowdrops we-too want to play
Blood pumping heart unfazed by loam or clay
Resisting the freeze of hard mid-February
We-too want to be a green stalk again
That white flower of hope—sullenly
Sparkling like distant stars that underpin;
Hold all things in place o'er above planetary.
… Once again I want to discern the world
In its infancy; we've experienced vast joyous-
Expansions and know that miracles still exist
Within the confines of our, little or, little, known selves.
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