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not afraid of winter

:  u l r i k e   g e r b i g

When spring time came
This year
I aired the closets
And threw out
What old thoughts
Were hanging there

In summer
I danced my own sun dance
My pores cleaned
By heat and lustful living

It’s autumn now
And inside of me
Soft silver cobwebs form
Building nests

In which I lay
New thoughts
Like eggs
Ready for hatching

This year
I am not afraid
Of winter.



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