... I hear the whisper growing,
the whisper's fingers probing me deeper than deep.
whispering it's whisper, "live".

the spring waters rushing.
the snow holding on in the warming sun.

Can't move on and can't stay the same.

pages written long ago thrown in a fall storm.
edges showing in the melting snow.
long ago and how it use to be here with me.

Can't move on and can't stay the same.

a day begins,
the sun shines.
the warmth takes hold,
life begins again.