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A deep and heavy darkness has settled about at this late hour in the early morning

Spinsters line the roads as snow falls through a headlight-illuminated haze

Laid bare and frozen, they stand waiting for their spring

April boasted promises of new birth, but December's grip has continued to hold firm

This winter has too much longevity

The seedtime is just the beginning- it means everything to those who lie in wait

Desiring the warm embrace of a vernal breeze

Just a touch would be enough to birth hope within chilled, lonely limbs

In silence the ache cries out- the longing to bear fruit, but barren of opportunity

How everything would change with the genesis of that new day

Loneliness intermingles with yearning

Nothing good comes of this ignoble dance- only heartache birthed of unrequited love