in the measure of spring

in the measure of spring

outside the open door
half the horizon
holds up an illusory sky
barren fields melting
form their own inviolate border
a lone raven lifts its wings
a shadow over muddy mirrors

stacked summer chairs wait
to be used again defrosting
in the returned sunshine

the air whispers a tentative welcome
the scene floating in low mists
mirage-like change begins
the resurrection unfolding before tired eyes
the contours of earth reappearing


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