Dec 14, 2021
1 min read
Birthing
a poem
Clearing, moving
Awakening, coming alive
A gasp of cold air, filling, rushing in, tingling, teasing the nerve endings
Wake up, wake up, the night air whispers
It’s time.
Alive and moving
Flowing in spirals
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