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A brief poem about winter. A sequal to Rachmaninoff No. 1. |
| Rachmaninoff No. 2 Grey, steely sunlight Pouring down a faded bath Upon a great naked swath of Unending, hardened winter Icy cracks begin to breathe A long held in sounding. Loft among the branches frozen Grows a budded proclamation. Frozen shackles broken, Life swaddled in incubation Swiftly breaking clouds reveal A land’s new day, a life regrowing. |