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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