Winter

How winter makes me feel.

Piping hot stews 

And tartlets and brews

Socks creeping up 

To way past our knees

Green wreaths and holly berries 

and prickly pine cones

Cold frosty mornings

Calling us to be alone

To reflect to sip to doodle to write

To remember all is calm

and truth is warm

and love is light.

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