alive: a poem

short are the days

but long is the heart

surrendered to the gray day,

a welcome cocoon from the garish

summer heat. saucy red heads

of the cardinal and downy woodpecker

break the misty winter curtain

only for a moment,

but long enough to pierce

the slumbering soul


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