In the winter of my life
I longed for spring to start
to thaw the frozen tundra
inside my aching heart—
to weave a bed of flowers
to bring fresh seeds to bloom
to melt away the pain
deep inside my womb.

In the winter of my life
I longed for spring to come
to feel the joy and madness
to push away the glum—
to fill my lonely spirit
with fresh new loving scent
like words you penned for me
in poems you have sent.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 12, 2020 | OC, California
In The Middle of My LIfe | Walkin’ on a Wire