walking my way into winter
cotton-ball snowflakes falling gently on a night with no wind.
tree branches like lace against a lavender sky.
a fresh expanse of snow unmarred by footprints.
the fresh smell of winter’s morning.
cardinals dotting a hedgerow like oversized berries.
a fire that roars while the wind howls outside.
kittens curled up and basking in the glow.
time to read and hibernate, a little.
forced to slow down.
dreams of spring and green and gardens.
wrapped in quilts that feel like love.
my footsteps crunch their way through this season.
leading me from endings to beginnings.
i catch a snowflake on my tongue.
hold it there.
savoring the flavor.
this poem first appeared over at Stephanie Guimond’s place:
Creative Living Experiment
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