winter of my heart – hazel meadows

the winter of my heart

when a great solitude –

stagnation and silence –

falls upon me.

I am no further in bloom

nor in harvest,

within my center

a barren branch

without leaf,

without song.

I must simply wait

and in the defrost

a nest begins –

built string by twig

until the sparrow’s carol

fills each fresh morning.

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