The Dead of Winter

Days like today are inspiring:
in the middle of frozen cold—
of lifelessness—
Spring has shown her face.
She resurrects busying desire
that lives in us all—
the will to snap out of
our funerals of despair,
dug by the absence of that beloved star.
She reminds me
that killers die, too;
that life always forces her hand—
even in the dead of winter.

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