She winds and she sweeps
She dines and she feasts.
Upon the land where the tree roots tangle with hope and the deer cross for refuge.
The birds sing overhead
Tree trunks creak their ancient hymns
Brittle leaves chime on the breeze
Still she surges on.
There is ice in the air, there is solace in my heart
The beauty is almost too much to bear.
She winds & she sweeps
She dines and she feasts
Upon the land
Upon you
Upon me.
-JL
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