winter is when we tunnel inwardlooking for light in other ways
everything good is in there shining
growing, living, waiting for spring.
winter collects the dreams we nurture
keeps them in a basket of twigs
bundled up in swaths of memory
with silken ribbons and downy wings.
winter sings a solemn snowfall
with harmonies of giggling kids
starlight dances twinkling two steps
tangos, ballets, Irish jigs.
winter is when we hibernate
even when we go to town
something in us keeps itself warm
and grows in silent leaps and bounds.
winter has a gentle hand
to hush our shivers when they come
winter will pass in a single blink
the earth will flourish, new and warm.
Love it
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