Gifts are bestowed daily - even hourly,
offering pristine light and pure vision.
Brief intense days and long magical nights -
glistening ice shimmer on snow
constancy of a wood fire's amity
scarlet sparks of a male cardinal on bramble
sister pines grooming their tresses in the wind
amethyst to sapphire skies at twilight
constellations their most lucent
old moon her most proximate
primeval fox whine from the forest depths
creatures burrowed alongside spring bulbs.
Exquisite languid dreams while cradled in the
velvet crook of winter's arm.
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