Winter, Still ~

February 4, 2019

A melting snowflake morning here. A February chill in my bones and yet this cheeky sun taunts me to step out as if the day were warm to the skin. My dog Buddy suntanning by the light of the window…  Not to be this month. And yet I still go ~

 

 

Winter, Still ~

The Sun
Rising on the promise of dawn
Chanting ‘Live this day!’
For the air craves your presence
And the clouds in the sky
Await to kiss your morning face
Everything has its value
Simply in being seen
And the barren ash tree
Misplaced among regal evergreens
Bares no shame
For her exterior poverty
Belies a wealth jeweling within
So come out into the cooler climate
Let the chill of the wind
Chafe your exterior
As you affirm your thicker garments
With brazen intention
Light up a new longing!

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