The Tidings Upon Us
Lavender thistle "" wither and wilt,
Amber vines, entwined, all that we built.
Blankets thickened, our hair grew long,
The sun hung low, our bodies grew "" in the cold "" strong.
Gainsboro fog, linger, shift, and settle,
Naked trees, shed coats, fearing no nettle.
The crops will return "" don't fret the soil,
The frost will flee, again, and then "" we shall till and toil.
Not now though! Not here, in this season,
All bundled in furs, and wrapped in unreason,
Not while the snow, fleeting, holds us in close,
And the tidings, good willed, warm our souls "" chill our toes.
Umber leaves, fallen, crack beneath our feet,
Humbled by the bleak, warm and cold shall meet.
The time for rebirth, and logic, will always return,
But, for now, the frozen hearted may find reason "" reason to burn.
Strangle briars, jagged thorns, plentiful abound,
Resting "" not dead "" are the denizens of the ground.
A reminder, that in all things, time calls for reprieve,
Life is a struggle against briars and thorns "" the web they weave.
Be warm, by the hearth, be warm and wholly well.
Worries, and burdens, shall stay where they fell.
Though, take heed as you will, to never forget.
That sorrow and joy are both born "" born in duet.
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