Winter Fair

The sun shines in like honey

across a sugarplum lane

laden with icicles dripping slow

or freezing fast suspended un-dripped

where the water flows not

or does at the whim

of the sun, wind, and clouds

these days cannot last

but indeed it seems they do

yet the cold lays out a path

in which spring will soon walk

making happy the moments

born of sweet desire to be warm

in ways that only winter's child can know

so we find in that momentary sorry

the seed of tomorrow's joy

and as our toes freeze tonight

we take pleasure in knowing

some warmer pasture will bloom

when we can appreciate our life

that is how it feels to be

in the grip of love or loss

and in that grip we know

the pendulum will swing again

and that alone gives us some cadence

to appreciate the moment for itself

full and graced in every way

if only we can look through

beyond the mirror of our constraint

and see the pretty day rising

as it always does

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Picture Credit: Lucie Fair