Mornings in Winter
On winter mornings we do not want to wake,
Do not want to face th cold,
To brace against the wind's sharp face
As we venture out to seek--
What?
To seek warmth, shelter,
Something to parry winter's brittle thrust.
Seeking becomes us in winter.
We seek wood (on the outward side),
The southern face of trees,
The dry place warm with life
Whee winter's chill has yet to pass.
We seek in our inner self
The meaning of this sharp, brittle, hard
wittier,
Seeking the inner answer
To the swift passage
Of these filled-with-wonder mornings.
--November 23, 2013
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