My body is now assigned
to live in winter where
muscle and bone freeze.
Each morning I break
through the ice determined
to dress my spirit in spring.
Clothed in bright colors against
the gray of shorter days I plant
joy where bitter tries to take root.
The garden of me is not a place
of withering, but fertile ground
where life blooms in spite of frost.
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Very intriguing to have this dichotomy.
Humans, like you wrote, can break the spell of 'winter.' But they too must test, for sure they won't overcome if they don't try..
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BTW, my cousin from Iowa has been here to visit her daughter. We have visited with Sis twice. She comes, the cousins don't.
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sending warm friendly smiles . . .
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Wonderful homage to hope and perseverance and choosing to love and be loved. Love it. You are one strong woman.
to dress my spirit in spring
How to stay young, in one easy lesson?♥