"Dancing in Air II" by Annie Ovenden
A wounded tree
offered up its burden.
Upturned faces fell,
scattered like dead leaves.
Dawn flashed.
A stone moved.
Mist was torn
by a rush of breath.
A voice called
my name.
Now rags of snow
lie empty in the hollows.
New fingers of grass
push aside stones.
Light blooms in the shadows.
Life overflows.
Not dead leaves swirling, but
birds
rising in the sun.
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