Winter’s Edge

saying it anyway

Upon winter’s edge
I sit
Breathing in fire of Divine light
Mesmerized
I believe
There to be standing on the
Veil and Vine
A return to places unmade
And yet to be
Lo, Spring’s hands working
I see
Hope in ever the making
Existing
To find the magics of
Life ever now
Ever now
I sit

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