looking for the exit (emaleythe) wrote,
looking for the exit
emaleythe

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Thawing...

Thawing

After winter comes the thaw,
the part when joints awake,
and the ice begins to melt off,
heavy cloak sliding off.

Return of the night fairies,
dancing over the grass,
return of the wild shoots,
bonfire dances with the moon.

I can smell the green,
sucking it out of the very atoms
drawing out every part,
succulent temptation.

~~ 2/22/2004
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