Metanoia
Weather comes and goes
And I its patient
Witness
Born only by the shifting winds
Or the slowly dancing stars
Yet something in the middle distance stirs
Singing the changing of the seasons come
At last
When rampant spring has loosed its hold
Over my heart and I dream more of horses
My soul without a rider
And parting you, this love
A temple covered green again
Rewilded
I will breathe these mountains in
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