Turning Dawn

Come let us allow the springs’ essence to lightly sweep us away
with the tides of a new moment in transition taking us back
away from the cold and into the crevasses of eternal light
clean and rosy entrusted to the beauty of everlasting traversing flight

Into the summer we will travel you and I, hand in hand with each other
warmth steadily heating the palms of our choices with a small light dew
softening the summer heat into pale moments of remembrance flitted
like the birds dancing  upon the winds of intertwining moments replayed

And in the fall we shall muse at the way she sheds all cares not withholding
pruning the growth and beauty long overdue, our memories too unfolding
passing with the fallen leaves to cushion the steps of the soft and the hard
movements matched that echoed the ground, tapping keeping time and rhythm

Back to the place where we first met in the winter, those cold days with only two
immortal frames next to each other nestled for warmth, the clouds denied the sun
offering remorse for a season which encapsulated both, but did not hold on forever
for the frost did thaw and ran like the brook from the rivers and ravines, turning dawn.

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