The sun warms my spirit through the pines.
Sun
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Fog
The fog lifted–
like a web across my sleeping eyes
it crawled away in slow motion
leaving a snail’s trail of wispy melancholia.
The Tracks
The sun sets on the tracks turning them into straight
lines of salmon steel reflecting the day’s end.
We pause at that inverted “v” where perspective
tricks us into thinking we’ve come such a very long way.
Broken
We are all broken, to one extent or another
and there is always beauty to be found in the broken.
Days
Every story has its day,
every day – an end.
Sleeping Snowflakes
Where do the snowflakes go
when the wind dies down
and the days warm up?
Sleep well little snowflakes.
Pull
Tie a rope around this soul,
squeeze the slack and pull.
Snow Tree
Reaching and resilient,
you stand your ground
while carrying a cold weight
and bearing a heavy burden.
Promises
Under the heavy snows of winter,
sleeps the sweet promise of spring.
Taste of Winter
I walked in the snow with the pup at my side.
Running my hand across the gate impulsively,
I licked the snow on my knitted mitten–
surprised to recognize the distinctive
yarny taste of winter.
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