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As any animal must know, winter is a temporary affliction that will soon pass. In the meantime make the most of the frozen river shortcut to your warm home along the shore. The day is dawning cold and clear, and you will find a sunny spot, heat up a cup of good cheer, and open up the book of now that is a revelation of your soul’s inner equinox and the recollection of the future and its many seasons, facades of reality, anticipations of past times, all enfolded into this momentary sanctuary. Look out your window at the scene: the downy woodpecker and the three sparrows at the feeder. You need to replenish the seed. You need to write this poem. And you will, a little later.
A season for everything.
I have to love a happy Winter poem.....
Not that my Winters look anything like this!
But if they did, your poem is how I hope I would see it....
D :)