long is the dark night.
ribboned with hairpinned mountains.
slippery with mist.
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moody blues
snow has retreated.
no more grey crusts of hard ice.
winter’s changing mood.
hope grows
in that blink of day
hogtied to night’s shoulders
i glimpse growing hope.
waking dawn
the cave gets darker.
the goblins encroach with spears.
vigilance ’til dawn.
nature’s path
there’s a road to health.
a stream to awakened eyes.
a trail through nature.
grim weeper
with a long weak sigh
we slip into death’s embrace.
fortune favors all.