Without Winter

Winter comes.

We go inside to be

by the fire,

to thaw out cold

and aching fingers,

to hang our socks

on the fireplace

to dry,

and sip soup

from a large cup.

These are the things

I love about winter.

These are the things

that would not exist

without winter.

I remember a time

standing by the gate

to the upper pasture.

Horizontal snow

and the day's light

almost gone.

Cold silence fills

the air around me

And I have never

felt more alive.

These are the things

I love about winter.

These are the things

that would not exist

without Winter.

Painting: Penquin 12x9

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