Time's arc turns towards the cold earth,
snow melts, runs cold and glimmering clear,
the stone shall roll from the entrance
to the hollow where Autumn and
Spring lie side by side, dead; seed
shall flower and bring resurrection
across the fields and meadows
announced by thousand birdsongs,
but deeper in the thawing earth
shall the bones of Lazarus sink.
01.04.2024
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