The Darling water of February
Flowed over the stones
and into her bones
And the sun and the heat
It beat
Down on the ground
And she moved
And she stretched
And she groaned.
The air
I swear
It was everywhere.
Fresh and new
It blew
Around her
And knowledge grew.
Like the pale white petals of the blackthorn
Mother of the woods
Reminder of destiny
First tree of Spring.
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