After a long cold year,
New morning hay
Clear water skimmed
from silt puddles in asphalt
Perched higher than a bird
and heart racing faster
Is this panic or providence?
Softer winds
New skin swells beneath
the dust that trails
From hard-worn fingertips
Begin again
Begin again
Only the bright face that kisses yours
Can outshine the moon
New morning hay
Clear water skimmed
from silt puddles in asphalt
Perched higher than a bird
and heart racing faster
Is this panic or providence?
Softer winds
New skin swells beneath
the dust that trails
From hard-worn fingertips
Begin again
Begin again
Only the bright face that kisses yours
Can outshine the moon
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