Snow falls
Tundra calls
Biome fully engolfs
Shades fade, lightness made
Trust in my steps
Conscious, and adept
Rebuke what’s left
Make new, with each end.
Calm, and peace
Skate cleaned, icy bends
Warmth inside, electric
Cold pierces resistant thought
As I draw within
It’s time to begin.
Emergence of eccentric
Lime green, these sowed seeds
Will come again, this
Years come to an end
A cycles’ constant, reminds
That all things are
Made new, grow them
In your garden, mindful pain.
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