This is Winter.
Secret and Indulgent.
Its Icy and Bare.
Blinding spots and Bright Azure
Silent talks en solitaire.
Silent talks en solitaire.
Warm and Golden
Glows Sundown
Glows Sundown
Tucked in
Tucked in
Tucked in now.
Surrounded by the distant hum
of people and their pace
Haunting songs of nights long past
Laughing wine and warm embrace.
Nestled in this cabin watch,
Perched among the city lights,
I resign to take my place.
A lonely outpost in the night.
An object in motion stays in motion.
But always it competes
With a body that resists it
in motionless retreat.
Night turns to night turns
to dawn and digging out.
Figurative and Literal
Digging Out, Digging Out.
Emotional and Physical
Always the digging, digging out.
Alive though Still
In this white expanse,
There is room for things to grow.
In this white expanse,
There is room for things to grow.
Seeking Solace in the Clearing
Space for Spring's Eternal Hope.
Space for Spring's Eternal Hope.
This is Winter.
By Julee V.
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