yearly, the change envelopes me
yet i feel surprised
the night reaches too far into the day
black becomes the overhead light
morning clocks betray inner need
slumber holds fast
dreams stretch on
bedding cocoons
room temperature makes me sneak
toe by toe out of my bed
cradled sleepiness guides
me into the dark morning
my spirit is heavy
winter arrives without permission
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and yet we stir
to arrive at our lives
to open our souls
and let out our inner light
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