Frozen branches sprawling skywards
Betwixt the high-pressure systems
Dizzying up the winds
Of time, of change
Swirling in sounds of weather strange
Binoculars to see a break in clouds
Which is only the calm before the swarm
Take hold and shove it back
Is it applause?
Maybe a thunderclap?
In the fog fanning out from home
With sun stretching calmly across the skies
Melting ice on top of the snow
Uncovering truth beneath lies
Looking up & feeling light of day; a need to roam
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