Wise Words on Wednesday: Too long in winter

Winter

I have walked too long with death’s chill in the air,
mourned over trees too long with branches bare…
I am saying to Love who wakens love:
rise in the south and come!
Hurry me into the springtime; hustle the winter out of my sight…
…then plunge me into the leafing and my blossoming

– Jessica Powers

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