this winter light.

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with no snow yet, at least nothing measurable, 
grey skies are reflected in still-open running water, 

grisaille and umber grasses at bank edge.
winter is my season: the cold grants me permission to layer in warmth and colour. 
i look to the light, the solstice tilt a mere month away. 

when others are complaining of lack of daylight, 
when others talk of their minds giving way to the dark and depression, 
i find my spirit so light....
my heart is no longer heavy and i find my joys in the love given so freely to me,
love i find equally easy to return fullfold. 

although my writing tends to lean into pensive introspection, 
a shift of my soul brings me into rightfully loving who i am now,
breathing in, deeply, tranquilly.

i know now what i did not know then. 
i love now in ways i did not love then. 

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