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November 17, 2006 at 7:08 am Leave a comment

“Our Winter Savior”

The harvest comes late this year,
because we have waited so long,
in hopes of grandiose vegetation,
in hopes of enough for winter.
The harvest comes late this year,
buried beneath packed earth,
that hands must dig deeper
to reach our winter savior.

The harvest may not come this year,
if hands do not dig faster,
if frost has killed the breathes
of our winter savior.
The harvest is in danger,
dying beneath us,
dying to see the surface
to be our winter savior.

The harvest has not come,
our bodies writher in cold,
for mouths that long to be filled
are mouths that dare not move.
Dying beneath us,
our frozen selves
have not found their winter savior,
for the harvest has not come,
and we are dying beneath us.

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another WIP I think I messed up the title

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