Hills heave euphoric bruised in crocuses Overwrought heaven ruptures in rain Spring appears sheathed in uncertainty Sweating out the cold fevered by wind Next to me your mouth open a hive Sweet humming in familiar warmth Exhaling relief and comfort a ritual aubade.

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