Dianne Borsenik - Licking Winter

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

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