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Thursday, March 1st 2007, by Marissa A Spencer One for the road... so to speak... Old Man Winter by Marissa A Spencer That murky, cold, clammy thing called winter Keeps me griping and gripping the coverlet Go ahead and freeze me Old Man See if I don't shake my mind at you Silent, and curling up tighter, I sleep The warmth of my inner being burns My second eyes see the flaming clouds Travel, swift to those warm horizons! A gaze behind sees the cold billows blowing Silent, I must move faster now Where's my Springtime when it's needed? Are there seasons of that kind here? Perhaps only seasons of the heart and soul Break those chains that weigh me down Silent, now I am forever invisibly present Ha! I see you Old Man, looking for me Will you never learn I am Springtime The green rivers of light follow me Flashes, dashes, through the moonbeams Silent, smiling, sighing, I am home (c) February 28th 2007

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