Clarity

This word
unuttered
unheard
uncluttered
by the burden
of being;
uncreated
understood
in the freedom
of dreaming.
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Candlemas

Dark and dreary deep of winter
feeds our need for feast of light;
Old Man Winter a while yet lingers,
but soon he is softened by summer’s herald.
 
The weeks of waiting rewarded well
with warming winds and winter’s end.
The foe of frost is found this eve
in silent vigil for sun’s return.