Springs of time loosen, you slide
through the dream membrane  

hurl of winter wind in trees
at the edge of a trail, a cave  

ice blossoms embedded in rock
arc pools of light  

a scarf of live salamanders lines a door
only your voice will unlock  

your life peels back
in one long hush                                  

~ Found poem composed/modified from words in the poem “Almost Ghazal with Thoughts Toward Spring” by Patricia Fargnoli