Of weather searching for the signature
correcting for the miasma
of the crooked wind season
folding in on time
The supreme seer
picking apart the covenant
between nature and that
hallowed sometimes
hollow heart of hope
Warmth is king
the predictor wears the crown
to the end of the world
of cold
Today,
like a preacher
taking God
From the forests
setting her up
in a house of his own
The diviner daring
audacity to
recapture imagination
with warm words
Scattering tepid halos
upon the heads of
Farmers
Flowers
Lovers and
The remianing
Unanointed:
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