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by
Jane
Gilgun
On
this
day
when
the
air
could
not
be
more
cold
when
daylight
could
not
be
more
short
when
my
grief
could
not
be
more
deep
and
my
arms
hang
listless
at
my
sides
I
meditate
on
bulbs
beneath
the
frozen
earth
not
dead
but
dormant
Soon
warm
light
will
beckon
them
They
will
poke
through
the
loosening
soil
Their
green
shoots
will
open
in
harmony
with
the
silent
eternal
symphony