A New Day

A new bright day,

and new full moon,

to make a bright night,

fairies dance on crystalline grass

solidifying ice patch,

and grey mushrooms tower high.

Soon, it will be spring,

and will the spirit be so tall,

of course, and the height is right,

is fortune and necessity,

is hope from decay, strength from

composting misery, is the will’s

decision to not only perceive,

but to affix, aspire, and assume beauty.

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