Just as the sun remembered
the old paths once familiar
just as it turned to
clear them through the starry wilds again
he was born screaming
the sun heard and hurried northward
Now the winter snatches at his heels
and twists his footfalls
to swallow his plans in the time
between the stars
but he was born in Spring
and won't rest until
he meets the sun on these northpaths again
feb 13, 11
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