Winter Fair

The sun shines in like honey across a sugarplum lane laden with icicles dripping slow or freezing fast suspended un-dripped where the water flows not or does at the whim of the sun, wind, and clouds these days cannot last but indeed it seems they do yet the cold lays out a path in which spring will soon walk making happy the moments born of sweet desire to be warm in ways that only winter's child can know so we find in that momentary sorry the seed of tomorrow's joy and as our toes freeze tonight we take pleasure in knowing some warmer pasture will bloom when we can appreciate our life that is how it feels to be in the grip of love or loss and in that grip we know the pendulum will swing again and that alone gives us some cadence to appreciate the moment for itself full and graced in every way if only we can look through beyond the mirror of our constraint and see the pretty day rising as it always does