Fog (In Spring)
Feels like November,
without the darkness,
without empty leaves
and debris fall,
no wind,
no winter,
no hidden stars,
just the emptiness
of sky and call,
of rooks and cries,
for about the church
and tower,
the peel
of bells,
the lifting dark
and dawning grey,
spring lies,
hidden,
in blossom,
in flowers,
summer lifting life
for the choir
of light,
that begins
today.
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