Redemption
The springtime sounds
Of sawing wood
I never hear in winter
Redemption rides
Warm temperatures
To fix what freezing splintered
-me

The springtime sounds
Of sawing wood
I never hear in winter
Redemption rides
Warm temperatures
To fix what freezing splintered
-me
~ by April on February 12, 2022.
Posted in Humanity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Broken, cold, Dark, fix, Freezing, Healed, healing, hope, Improvements, Improvment, Poetry, Redeemed, Redemption, Seasons, Splinter, Splintered, Spring, Springtime, Warm, Winter
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