In winter I lean toward
melancholy. I tend to leech happiness from nature's color.
Today I wrote a poem and
wanted to share.
Winter Thanks
The gold and copper jewels
A week ago their glitter
shimmered in the breezes.
Bare branches beseech the
sky,
or is it praise?
Upstretched thanks for the rest.
Sap’s down with a winter nap.
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