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Winter of my Content

Pastel blue
winter sky
stained dark
by storm clouds
piled deep.

Winter’s breath
paints frost feathers
on icy windows.

The north wind
gathers in its lair.

I am ready
for the coldness,
ready for snow.
Ready for the coming,
content to be,
content to wait.

I do not give in
as others do.
I do not run away
to where
oleander filled
south winds blow.

I will not hide.
I will not cower.

The cruel north wind
crouches as a lion
in its hiding place,
ready to devour.

Long bereft of leaves
trees hug themselves,
clench gnarled roots,
ready for the storm.

I know it will be many days
before winter will relent.

Content in mind,
content in heart,
I wait
and I watch
the pastel blue
winter sky,
stained dark
by storm clouds
piled deep.

My warm breath
falls upon
icy windows,
frost feathers fade.

Angry North wind
springs as an arrow
from some
mighty frozen bow.

Birds flock,
huddle, shivering
in naked trees.

I am eager to face
the brunt
of the new born storm.

It is my intent
to be one
with its mighty heart.

Content in mind,
content in heart,
I wait
and I watch
the pastel blue
winter sky,
stained dark
by storm clouds
piled deep.

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