Awaiting."!

Out there - the melancholy buzz
of thawed snow behind the window
- In here
my temple's creature is in the opening of a winter cave.

It whispers! it whispers! It calls
in the crowns of trees & waiting souls!
A call of spring freshness.

It evokes a point of light in the Darkness.
It found me in spite of the fledgling mile.
. . . Yes, I obediently bow
and soulful welcomes - the sensitive muse of spring.

Begone then, my wintery world,
You who clothed my soul with chills -
Now finally, A shrinking hiss - of darkness and cold
Now, give way to the waiting warmth of the soul..

TsL 2024
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