What more to be done, winter...
What more to be asked...
What are you doing with the
Brown leaves...
Except...
Excercising...exorcising...what
Elements of fire, air, Earth, water
Elementals....
Or, are you the warrior...
Of gods danced with, to, for...
Ornaments of Spring...with all the
Orchestrations
Witholding green, until your blood
Wickens the fields...
Quickens the Child?
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Good job Elysabeth, an optimistic anticipation of future warmth and growth set to its own internal music.