gray mountain covered
little bird hops to catch meal
promises of warmth
habit left for dead
another hurdle gone past
happy step toward day
alone twig flexes
long gusts push every way
bending not to break
cold night befriended
burst of sun whispers awake
steam with leaves revive
calm tumble sharp splay
twist needle rich vanilla
pungent desert fruit
blanketed silence
welcoming soft shapes shine bright
grey wisps leave short trail
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