still winter

a dusting of snow
covers the ground
as if frozen in time

in vain
I look for signs
of Spring

buried underneath 
all this anguish
and defeat

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it’s almost tomorrow

The clock is about to strike midnight as I sit here pondering upon the state of the world. Is it real or imagined - have I already fallen asleep, drifting into a daydream. Of better things to come.

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strange weather

it's snowing in Spring
but it isn't the first
time or last
alas, stranger things
have happened
somehow
we have lost our way
wondering
if the snow
will eventually melt
will we break free
from this never-ending
winter

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where do we go from here

When you look at this flower, what do you see? The promise of Spring, the inevitability of withering, or the beauty within. Does it tell a story or is it still in the making. Does it hold the universe in its center, your hopes, your wishful thinking. Will it be here tomorrow or is it all just a dream.

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overcast

It seems the sun has forgotten how to shine; humankind has forgotten how to co-exist. I don't remember hugs and handshakes, kisses on the cheek. I don't remember walking in a crowd, bumping into strangers. It's been an ice-cold winter; and I long for warmth and your arm around my shoulder.

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of sunsets and sunrises

I do not know if we're ending or beginning. Our love is transient but it stands the test of time - a paradox I have yet to understand fully. It's as fleeting as a sunset, as promising as a sunrise. Somewhere in between,  it's lost and found only to be lost again.

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waiting for spring

there is a lot to be waiting for...
spring is just the beginning 
stability would be a start
less uncertainty 
a sense of peace
quietude 
healing

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wind, rain, and war

The wind is fierce tonight. It moves with heightened velocity through the trees, as they bend to its will.

The rain doesn’t soothe. It seems to cry, to mourn.

The world is broken. It's at war with itself.

And I pray for the wind to calm down, for the rain to stop, the war to end.

I sit in silence, waiting, wanting, hoping. How can we heal, I ask.

What will it take to get past the anger, the pain, to get to a place of renewal.

What is the wind but a manifestation of the anguish. The rain, but collective tears.

We have lived in fear for so long. Perhaps it's grief.

It's time to move forward.

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New Year’s Resolve

Meet the New Year with a smile, as enigmatic as Mona Lisa's. Because it can be full of surprises, mysterious and unexpected. If you believe that anything is possible. Even peace. Even love. 

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White Christmas

There was a dusting of snow, just enough to make it a white Christmas, as if a mantle of hope had covered the earth, as if a ray of light had brightened the night, as if all could still change for the better, and a sense of peace and reassurance would finally be here.

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