January

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Silent sun in winter’s cold draws hard the crystal white,
refines the edge of focus there, defines a sharper edge to light.

Every step and trace recorded through imprint left in powdered art
so calls the silence in subtle crunch, yet echoes short within the heart
of such a winter’s day.

Every frozen crystal, as if by God so gently placed.
Every dew drop manifest to kindly cling and paint the face
of all I see around me.

Yet every moment held in peace against the winter azure sky,
every temporal piece of life, about its day with a “why” –

So crisp this definition, in what I hold within this season’s frozen fold.

My deep appreciation so bathes my soul in nature’s heart,
leaves me lacking nothing, but knowing this, I am a part
and here I do belong.
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