You speak like a child
Make decisions without care
Command no respect
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You speak like a child
Make decisions without care
Command no respect
Silent still morning
Purple glinted canopy
Forest awakens
Called to read and write
There is power in fiction
Let me write it well
Black soil waits for seed
Spring clouds tower with water
Sowing time is near
Stored up possessions
House full of things, get a shed
Give it all away
Dark empty shadows
Moon and headlamp reveal trail
Night push to summit
Soft footfall on wood
Sudden scuttling of speed
Cat caught her shadow
Vertical white walls
Dropping in and bounding down
Ski above tree line
Search me for weakness
Show my areas of need
Save me from myself
Fully fueled furnace
Happily heating his home
Warm winter writing