the crooked limbs are slowly revealed
as if the trees are inviting me off my path
and motioning for me to come forth.
the wind whips my hair about my face
blinding me from what lays ahead
and forcing me to stand my ground.
paralyzed with a chill that has slipped under my layers
motivated to simply hibernate
where is my spring when i need it?
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