She dared sketch symphonies in the winterdark dawn
Faint snatches of melody yet not fully formed
I felt her dignity; frail but unbending
Broken bursts of half-sensed hope; expanding, still pending
I held on heady to each forming refrain
Aching for each frost-cloud breath to scent spring
A phoenix ending
Patchwork dawning
New foaled, febrile, fragile thing
A few notes shy of resolution
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