A whisper of warmth

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Photo by Richard Fogg

The geese are finding their voices.

Broken cackles

on dark mornings.

A restlessness for the North.

And hidden shoots

unfurl in freedom.

Called into being

by a whisper of warmth.

The long night closes,

as a faint light

streaks the dawn.

And my broken voice

sings once more.

~ Lyn McCrave