Waking up,

After a blustery night,

We found our snowman, ...

Few carry themselves,

With pride and style,

Wearing humility, ...

Clarity,

Matters less,

For that which I see, ...

There are things,

In plain daylight,

That I clearly see, ...

The only marks,

I now crave to leave behind,

Are those that bring smiles, ...

It no longer matters…

Basking in the sun,

Or looking on, ...

Despite the snow and ice,

I am determined,

To not only survive, ...

To dangle,

Or shine.

Why not both, ...

Today we awoke,

To white-blanketed trees,

Surrounded by snowy fields. ...

Being close to the ground,

Is where I like to be.

For it’s there, ...

Things are often,

Different than they seem.

There are times, ...

Closing shop,

Is a natural act.

How else can one listen, ...

It takes patience,

Self-honesty and dedication,

To pick the fruits, ...

I too,

Am like a woodchip.

One among many, ...

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On snowy sidewalks, ....

It’s the smallest,

Unexpected touches,

That bring warmth and smiles, ...

Snows melt,

Rivers are formed,

As life flows in phases, ...

It is the other half,

Laying by the wayside,

Seemingly misaligned, ...

Not all doors,

Beckon to be opened.

Those tightly locked, ...

I was taught that life is hard,

At times unfair and rather fast.

“You need to fight, ...