Kara, child bright as the lights that stained the glass
who could there forget
who there was given?
Corn and cider warm till the long light lingers last
and know I'd be there yet
wearing woven mittens.
Thaw wakes the world and all voice for song and bark for sap
and winter knows the world
all a rest and reflect.
Chase and call running through the tall bur grass
ships of sticks and twine
fasten leaves for a mast.
Some clouds are ships carrying on the westward path
but some are anchored fast.
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