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@ -98,9 +98,9 @@ Yet I risk a glance.
Who gave the birds flight and song?</div> Who gave the birds flight and song?</div>
<hr /> <hr />
<p>Pale she &mdash; 2020-11-15</p> <p>Pale she &mdash; 2020-11-15</p>
<div class="verse">The eye turns inward, <div class="verse">Her eye turns inward,
vision dims and movement stills &mdash; vision dims and movement stills
winter has claimed her. as winter claims her.
Thoughts like leaves fall slow, Thoughts like leaves fall slow,
hesitate, drift, rustle, sigh. hesitate, drift, rustle, sigh.
@ -108,7 +108,7 @@ Frost-rimed remnants rot.
Some paler she asks: <br /> Some paler she asks: <br />
do you see the sky through me? do you see the sky through me?
Do I shake in gusts? Do I frame its mien?
That pale she lacks words. That pale she lacks words.
She does not speak, cannot speak She does not speak, cannot speak
@ -116,10 +116,10 @@ without the wind&rsquo;s hum.
Still she asks, all breath, Still she asks, all breath,
am I invisible yet? am I invisible yet?
Does snow blend with sky? Does snow tend steel skies?
Her breath is gone now. And when her breath fails,
Dark branches write on the clouds: dark branches write on the clouds:
Summer is a dream. Summer is a dream.
Paler still, she cracks. Paler still, she cracks.
@ -128,59 +128,59 @@ false springs to thaw hands.
Silent now, demands: Silent now, demands:
there must be an end, there must be. there must be an end, there must be.
Spring and life, or fire. Spring, silence, or fire.
No one answers her. No one answers her.
She stands stark against flat skies, She stands stark against flat skies,
frost claims bark, claims wood. ice claims bark, claims wood.
Darkness comes, sight black. Darkness comes heavy.
Sleep for now, sleep forever, Sleep for now, sleep forever,
midwinter cares not. midwinter cares not.
Neither does coarse bark. Neither, now, does she.
How could sweet wood think of whens? How could pale wood think of whens?
Of thaws and green things? Of thaws and green things?
The sun may promise: The sun tells her lies:
Melting snow will feed your roots, Melting snow will feed your roots,
Seasons imply change. Seasons imply change.
She&rsquo;s not listening. She does not listen.
Pale she does not believe him: Pale she does not believe him:
Brother sun&rsquo;s too quick. Brother sun&rsquo;s too quick.
Brother sun tells time, Brother sun tolls days,
and pale she has no more need and pale she has no more need
for hours with seasons. for hours with seasons.
Brother sun&rsquo;s movements Brother sun&rsquo;s movements
are breaths: cycles far too short are breaths to her: days blink slow
when spring is a dream. when spring is a dream.
Sister moon speaks up: Sister moon speaks now:
follow me, set time by me &mdash; follow me, set time by me &mdash;
my months are guideposts. my months are guideposts.
Pale she can but sleep. Pale she sleeps, sleeps still.
She cares not now if she wakes. Waking her may have listened.
Endless winter calms. Endless winter calms.
She welcomes the cold. She invites cold in.
Water, crystallized, freezes; Water, crystallized, freezes;
cells lyse, dye in droves. cells lyse, die in droves.
If spring never comes, If spring never comes,
pale she supposes, that&rsquo;s fine. pale she supposes, that&rsquo;s fine.
In winter, she&rsquo;ll dream. Winter is for dreams.
She&rsquo;ll dream, or she won&rsquo;t. She&rsquo;ll dream, or she won&rsquo;t.
Fatalism waxes fast, She&rsquo;ll carry on or she won&rsquo;t.
cold claims her heartwood. Cold has claimed heartwood.
No one perceives her. No one perceives her.
She becomes mere terrain. She becomes terrain&rsquo;s wild hair,
Sleeps, and does not wake. a forgiven sin.
Would she wake for saws? Would she wake for saws?
For axes with keen-edged blades? For axes with keen-edged blades?
@ -191,15 +191,15 @@ And still the moon waxes, wanes.
And still seasons change. And still seasons change.
Should pale she not wake, Should pale she not wake,
so be it, her mute demise. venerate her mute demise.
Cut her down, cord her. Cut her down, cord her.
A new life in fire, A new life in fire,
for even life must winter. for pale she gives heat in death.
Pale she born anew.</div> Let this be her spring.</div>
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