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Early Spring by Michael Kei Stewart
published in Volume 2, Issue 4 on July 27, 1995

Blue sky's an intrusion
when the cloudy dims
and branches softly wave
their welcome to the rain.

Then the sun's a stranger,
and the yellow light
is hard upon the poor old snow
that waits for water cold 
to wash it down the drain.

Rain turns all to smoky day;
the grey clouds close my eyes
and turn me 
back in memory 
to moors unvisited, and that grey rock
where clutched my hands 
green lichen 
on the cold, damp rough.

These tired beginnings
are like sleep:
When seasons change
we want just five more minutes to remain
ourselves
before becoming something new.

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