three seasons

spring is

growling in

the belly,

the heart

is melting,

blood is

flowing.

bones have

begun

to thaw,

and fingers

will once

again have

desire.

heaven has

revealed

itself

behind a

cracked

gray sky,

and each

breath

is no longer

crystalized.

soon the

blue jays

will be

assaulting

the cats,

and

the dogs

will be

running free.

perennials

will wake up

from their

graves,

and the

perfume of

sweet grass

will caress

the senses.

when the

days become

longer than

the nights,

the sounds

of summer

will find

their place.

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