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A Song of Farewell

A Song of Farewell

I stand in the falling mist
of a morning winter rain,
eyes closed, arms uplifted,
clothed in a year of words.

I sense the darkness of the sky,
the clouds stealthy-stepped
all about me, murmuring cold
dreams in my numbed ears.

I sense the drought-wan grass
beneath my bare feet drink
in desperation, even as it fights
the long sleep of winter's call.

I sense the word-heat in my hands,
escape and sink into the drops
of water in the air, on the ground,
as I breathe in slow and deep breaths.

I stand in the falling mist
of a morning winter rain,
and I sing the year, my muse,
my word-wrappings a farewell.

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Comments

That was an impressive accomplishment.
Thanks, Melissa! :-)
An amazing year. I am so very glad you stuck to it.
I am, too! Thanks for reading, Sherwood! :-)
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