Aware of the brightness of the sun rising
Lacking any sense of warmth,
I asked You why
"It's winter" You whispered
Time for rest
Time to wait
How long will the sun lack heat?
How long will You seem so far away?
Spring brings growth, colour, new life
My long awaited spring
Growth from death
Summer flows from spring
Warmth from growth
Your closeness no weak light, but toasty
Now You walk close to me
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