time is a melting hou rthat kills the flame to feed the flower
growing wild within winter's flood carrying unborn love
through channels not yet made her fragile face unseen
in winter's frame of mind resting in bare stillness
almost dying from existence not knowing need
until born in you...her fragile form a framework of time
gathered in the litter of life before falling leaves
of unborn trees became her own breathing...
casting no shadows upon the wall until time starts within
the rising flow of life collected in the harness of her being
through seeds on the bed of life our earthly home
scattered in stars without knowing why
through transition becoming birds that take the air
travel the earth to find their home
resting in some sheltered place
to make new life carry on
with winter's plan of renewal.. of sacred life
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