spring children

spring children
are patient with december
nay, welcoming
with fresh biscottis & new curtains
they feed & clothe winter
into a semblance of home
rescued with the oven’s fire
rings of time, molten, aglow
covered in soot, spumante still
pelmets that keep off
rustling remnants of autumn
raked, not yet
beaten, already
in time’s shape
as spring children
wait.

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