You Must Believe In Spring
the cold wind's
rattle
against windows
which peer
into the thick bark of time,
tall against a storm scarred sky
where some rings are so near another
they must mark seeming moments
i held your sure sun in defiance
of winter years lasting more
than their fair share
and leaving me
waiting and watching
through windows
to appear
the warm first rain's reminder,
you must believe in spring
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