Attached
Winter’s chill runs through me
as I watch the world
from my bedroom window
Summer’s flowers
skeletons in the garden
their warmth and vibrancy
long returned to the earth
Dark arms of trees bare across grey skies
provide no shield or solace
Sounds of the city silenced
by a thick smother of snow
The quiet is piercing
A single flutter has me mesmerized
One leaf still attached to its bough
a final nod to life
I wait for it to fall
Flow
Rain falls from suspended clouds above
Becomes part of my story
A gift to share and receive
Drops mix with tears
On my damp cheeks
In my imagination I can dance
Feel joy as my feet
Make patterns on dewy grass
Spin words into new chapters
Grow with the freshness of change
Defy death with this universal collaboration
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