could berry juice
coax your hard mouth
to fall in love
could sweet yellow light
relax your nature
could windsong cut
between the thick vines
of your wild sanctuary
could the colors of eden
murmur to your shade
and root out its harsh night
listen to the rustle
it's as if all the things
moist and sacred
are flowering in stone
Dianne Borsenik
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licking-winter/
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