TITLE: A Change in Season (formally Season's).
By Alexandra Wilkin
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A spirit weighted down with black-ice anger
Fear nurtured cries forth bitterness, not sorrows'
The frozen heart, unbreaking, cannot turn upon the wheel,
Where wrath of heart, no grieving, and a heart
that does not heal.
Through long the winters' short grey days, when
scarce the brightness shone,
Did fear your heart, perhaps, that love so bright
had long since gone?
And in your fear your ice it grew like armours' plated steel,
When fearing love's hand turned away,
you feared that love unreal?
So where upon your winter land will springs' ray's
be free to fall,
Where will warmer words, like drops of rain,
be free to call?
Where will the chill of fear bow down
before all love and reason,
- as winter cedes defeat once more to summer's greener season.
For then the sun will crack the ice, the heat will
melt the steel,
The buds of green will grow again and all the scars will heal;
And free of pain the spirit soars, knowing close
Within its grasp the Everlasting glorious
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