Snow-swept,
these softened crags
belie their lethal silence
with a peaceful scene
of still and silent lakes
of ice, and mournful windsong.
The cold tranquility of the whole
speaks to something
inside.
A longing for beauty unattainable,
love yet unrequited but holding
a glimmer
of hope.
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An explosion of spring!
Life in hiding
resurging with new energy
of colors and songs
The crowning note
in the music of
our spinning world
among her sisters.
We welcome now
the challenge of a new
slow-dawning day.
Beyond Panic 