Hibernation.
back to basics,
breathing softly,
taking in the smell
of snow
and growing strong from
my bones
to my lungs,
reflecting on a year’s
worth of dancing
a year’s worth of
sounds,
which have grown old
in the ground
they rest in like
roots
taking heart in the
spring
an oasis from fools
and the folks who inspire sadness-
can you imagine,
to take a break from
the cold
only to step into a
bog of old papers
and ideas sour to taste,
worst we speak in
haste
we speak in pain
we speak in
graceless sentences
and break hearts we
did not know existed.
For this, I hibernate.
Wait for the snow to
teach my soles to dance
again, renewed.
again, renewed.
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