I went faithfully
Among bare trees
When life was cold
And hope obscure
And grief like frost embittered
In my taut and tightened heart
Dried out
Cowhide
Stretched
Kneeling beside her grave
With my backside in the air
To kiss the damp and grey
Brown earth instead of her
And aching to touch
And aching for some kind
Softening warmth
To Spring
And it Sprang, so it did
For a while
And it will Spring again
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