You that prefer, as crows do,
winter's chill
and the empty limbs,
notice now this
that fills with new leaves
and roses opening
and the nightbird's song.
Let your love dissolve also
into this season's moment
or when it's over
you will buy lamp after lamp
to find it.
-- Rumi, from A Year with Rumi
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