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Somewhere, winter is dying
\nWinter is dying somewhere<\/p>\n
We know it is time.
\nThe apple barrel is nearly empty
\nAnd I am no longer muffled
\nby the snow.<\/p>\n
I am not sure what to do
\nwhen spring comes;
\nwill I know where to step,
\nwill I sink in the grass
\nor stand upon tender blades
\nwith bleeding feet?<\/p>\n
No, but the ground
\nis soft and the world
\nis mist and moving
\nlike the cricket. I see the
\nowl and taste the wild
\nwinds and I know
\nthat rain is the lullaby
\nof spring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Somewhere, winter is dying Winter is dying somewhere We know it is time. The apple barrel is nearly empty And I am no longer muffled by the snow. I am not sure what to do when spring comes; will I know where to step, will I sink in the grass or stand upon […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[159,206],"tags":[904],"class_list":["post-3938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-spring","tag-seasons"],"yoast_head":"\n