North Wind

What seeds are planted
there beneath the snow?
when in the deep of night
the moon glows gold
enlightening the night

reflected and reflecting light
as sleep becomes illusive
in hours lacking movement
of the soul

yet spirits wonder in the night
and oh, the awesome sight beheld
just when we dare to gaze
at the light within the haze

to find that so much more
lies there beyond the door
of dawn's release
as whispers tempt and tease

the heart and soul to rise
within the cold north wind
and fly away


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