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Winter Jewels: A Poem
The air may be cool, but at least it's not stale,
As you breathe out warmth, it's freshness you inhale.
A million tiny crystals spiral in the stars that shine,
A hushed stillness is heard as they fall together and combine.
Fear may hasten as they cover the naked ground,
But sometimes hiding is what heals the earthy mound.
Like a lonely, broken heart, it must become empty first,
A long winter purges the earth, though for color and life it thirsts.
But beauty is still found in the lack of green things growing,
Although, certainly more is happening then nature is showing.
When the blanketed canvas pulls back its soft covers,
The colors push through as a melting, warm sun hovers.
Where would the joy of spring be without the dead of winter?,
The routine would be mundane, another sunny day, no reason and no center.
So breathe in the beauty whether seasoned as lonely winter or loving spring,
Exhale your soul, express your feeling, and show the earth your pleasure or your sting…