the middle of winter…

Sun..glorious sun…in the middle of winter. What a gift!

The saw-toothed ropes
of winter
that bind, and cut,
and pull against my skin
and heart

until I am cold and worn out
from the near constant

until I am
with the need for
some love from the sun

fall away…

and I run, delirious,
from room to room,
like a lovesick fool.




I know this photograph is no great shakes but there is something about it that I like. A poetic whim, perhaps? πŸ™‚


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