I rose to
A morning sky
Filled with fire!
And then
In an instant
The Vermillion flames were
Muzzled in gray.
Now
In a moment’s
Glance to the window
Snowfall, silent whitewash
As if trying to
Muffle, muzzle any
Hint of spring.
So much vibrancy now
Smothered in fearful
Silence. So much more
Demanded from lives already
Exhausted. How do we
Keep faith in a
Spring that feels so…
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