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The winter came

Landing gently on my paper

The trees reached out like veins for the heavens

On the this gloomy night

The swings laid still

I listen for the swaying of the night

And calmness to come to life

The soft drizzle of the creek in my head

The world was alive

And everyone was dead

A voice in the night lay to waste

No one here to listen and follow it’s pace

I could hear deep in my past

Years before this night ever came

I lost my mother

I remember

In the calming nights of December