Lately everything is hurrying 
away like the swallows 
and leaves in the wind, 
but something is returning
and I am ready - looking up 
as it comes sweeping in 
like a squad of geese making a giant wingspan in the sky.

You ask who'd come to this 
cold place, but hope burns 
like a feather in sparse
branches growing bare.

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