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It is an audible sigh,
collective and relished,
a dripping and gurgling
shared through the woods
like laughter.
The grip of cold
has loosened,
no longer constantly
threatening,
but intermittent,
chased and on the run.
Hold your face to the
sunlight,
climbing into the
sky well over the horizon,
and laugh with the
woods.
Categories: Poetry