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Again, This
Winter
Anguish
Aois Dana
Rhiannon
A Bag of Spring
Balanced
Death
For A Wedding
Little Brother
Lullabye
Ostara - Mist and Wings
Rainy Day
Solitude
Some Murdering Secret
Sun and Rain
What Comes of Wings
A Bag Full of Spring
    I was complaining that I had had enough of winter one February, and a friend went out and found some plants that had come up out of their winter sleep and were blooming and glowing and perfuming the air in a glorious way. It was my first experience with Witchazel, which I will have to try and plant sometime. This was the poem inspired by the plastic bag full of "Spring" that I was given that day.
Yesterday, I put the voice of laughter's prayer
Into a box and gave it to you.
My soul smiled like a single flame dancing
In the coldness of winter's air.

Losing nothing, I give you singing
To remind me that I can and you can
And I felt warmth in my soul today
In the coldness of winter's air.

This morning I woke tasting sunlight
And through my love's window, blue sky
Curled up next to him, my soul purred
In the dampness of spring's air.

And then you came with the wind's knocking
With a bag full of springtime to give me
And the scent touched my sleeping soul
In the dampness of spring's air.

© Anne Cross, 1997

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