Seeds of Hope

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This winter is too long,
This cold too deep–
Even my words freeze,
Hanging like icicles
Trying to run
But bound by the cold.

The old shapes of things,
Sharp corners and darkness,
Begin to look eternal
In this frosty cave
Where even sunlight
Shatters like glass.

While upstairs
In the warmest room,
In shredded husks
Of tropical coconuts,
Seeds of summer
Crack and grow.