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A Winter Too Long
The Sun shines,
But gives no warmth.
The Wind blows,
But gives scant comfort.
The rain falls,
But nothing grows.
The branches hold promise,
But there are no shoots.
The nests are still there,
But I hear no chirping.
The lakes full of fish,
But the surface is frozen.
My heart yearns,
But remains unfulfilled.
My eyes search,
But life is hidden.
My soul is empty,
But there is nothing to embrace.
Winter's grip is still upon us,
Muffling all the lovely sounds of Spring.
Freyja and Freyr, hear me,
Please, I beg you, let life begin!
©
Glenn Bergen, February 28, 2011
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