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Winter Communion

stillness imbues struggle  
on cold, dark mornings;  
the moon rubs her face  
along snowy night’s
velvet blanket;  
lithe fingers of pure light  
sprinkling diamonds only seen  
in the reflection of her smile  
 
careful steps carry me  
from the small house  
to the lone tree ruling  
its tiny front yard kingdom,  
gated to protect  
a most meager claim ~  
reminiscent of days  
when we were all satisfied  
with far less space  
from one another;  
a rubbery crunching  
beneath winter boots  
kisses my ears  
with indiscernible whispers  
 
I don’t know what it says  
but I like the way it’s being said  
 
icy breath meets sweaty palms  
as my bare hands brave the chill  
from fleece-lined pockets ~  
even at this frigid hour,  
every part of me loathes  
being confined;  
reaching for bark playing dead,  
I offer my touch as reassurance  
there is more life  
beyond this surrendering,  
willing its sleeping soul  
to believe that the sun  
will surely return tomorrow ~  
as an aside,  
because it isn’t always  
true  
 
the tree knows it  
and I know it  
 
but it feels like a good thing  
to hope for, all the same  
Written by LunaGreyhawk (Miss_Jenn_Leigh)
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