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Leaf Awaiting Thaw

Grief was like this. Attending to ice. Crying that turns to swirls, patterns, congeals in hours. And then, are you still alive beneath all that cold weight? The leaf, already fallen, can’t be the sweet nub Spring is again but it can anticipate loam. A merging, feeling the meld once more with earth & others. The exquisite patience of the unexpected freeze. And then.The yielding.