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I wanted to write a cheerful poem - Jan. 4, 2023

or at least that illusion

before a large cloud

pulled up and parked

in front of the sun


December - what did I expect?

dormancy rampant sad trees

the slow death of color

a cold wind with tiny knives


which is harder do you think

perseverance or patience

toughness in a push forward

or endurance in waiting?


winter is a life lived

on a road taken

head down

one step at a time

shuffling through January

crawling through February


I hope to be at a sunny window

as a young ray of March

touches my hand


that I slip into a jacket pocket

and head out the door

in a search for new life

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