A clearing sky began to loom:
those stars she last beheld that fall.
Again, when frost lords stole it all
and cast the land in glacial gloom.
Before the sun could even rise
a hope arose behind her eyes,
and she would fly above the hills
to wake her fairy folk with thrills:
Our time returns to plant, rejoice!
Let us sing and raise our voice!
Let the frost lords hear our joy.
Their rule can never last a year!
Let them know they don't destroy.
Let them see we have no fear!
Clearing © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: March 3, 2019