The Edge of Winter

This world
Of brightest blinding white
Frozen still lifeless
Holds secrets
Soon revealed
Beneath hard cold ground
A spark of warmth grows
A slow sleepy stir
Is beginning
A yawn grows deep within
A collective ear is pressed to the earth above
Waiting for a sound
A smell
The sense of light

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