winter
was an interlude
a simple shroud
to cover
everything
that we lost
in autumn's
ceremonial fire
but the earth
did not perish
in those flames
nor did we
what came after
was a rest
before the renaissance
the gradual thaw
bringing a clean slate
for nature, for us
to fill in
to crown with creation
everything is pregnant
with possibility
the real harvest
begins now.
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