This winter, O this winter
has been, and is, one of memories
when we embraced cold and snow
when we bundled up within layers of clothing
when we walked in sunshine exhaling ice crystals
when we cheered at the slap of pucks from backyard rinks
when we squinted through toques and scarves
when we laughed at lopsided snow-men
when we filled bird-feeders twice a day
when we carved tunnels in snow banks
when we were just present,
without a care in the world
This winter, O this winter
has been, and is, a remembrance of life
This is lovely....Michelle
ReplyDeleteI'm rather happy with this, thank you! I was in a mood when I sat down that eve, and 20 minutes later, voila!
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