Patience
Winter clouds hang so low
pregnant with snow
gray and solemn.
Promising
Sweet laundry hangs
heavy on the line,
stiff with February frost.
Forlorn
Soft curls escape wooly hat
as he sits on his Big Wheel
beneath his
crispy blankie.
Comforted
Reaching fingers caress silky binding
reachable.
Thumb plugged in.
Life is good.
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