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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
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
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