on your birdsong grave
the first shy snowdrop shivers
green shoots from your heart
our shared rowan buds
defiant in wintry clasp -
a leaf is conceived
my arms are empty
though my reaching mind reforms
the fullness of you
thus I touch you still
though our limbs cannot entwine
my love remains yours
January 2023
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