Frigid In December
The leafless woods,
frigid in December
Allowed me in,
Like a needle in a haystack,
Just so I could feel
The fondness of familiar love …..
A forest landscape
Luxurious as the icicles
That hung thick as steel
From the trees,
Sunlight piercing each one
Into a separate crystalline
Flash of prism light
Removing any thought
Of a winter void,
So that only the astounding
Gift of light
Surrounded
Any remnant of fear
Absorbing it into
The languid moment
Of a frozen river
Turning it back into
The boldness of
An everlasting hope.
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