Rebirth

By Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

When days are light in summer

I do take a breath. I gasp in the

heat of summer storms with

lightning that rips the air and

thunder that shatters the silence

I know little of winter.

I know little of the frozen nights

when the fire burns logs a dozen

at a time, and lover cling to each

other for the sheer comfort of

some secret warm that lives in the

heart and can only be awoken by touch

I know little of autumn.

I know little of when the leaves

turn copper crisp and cast themselves

out to the wind and hide in remote places

of the heart, waiting to burrow their way

deeper, to provide new shoots in spring time

I know much of spring.

I know the shoots and leaves that rise from

The Earth and give birth to new life for I do

See it before my very eyes.

Rebirth.

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