the incandescent splendour of falling snowflakes,
the dove-grey provisions sent by the clouds,
the irridescent quality of your loveliness,
the resilience of your soul.
the discoveries gathered in regions beyond your comfort zone,
the thoughts which led you to extraordinary endeavours,
.. .a burnishing ache which arrives with creative perplexities
{how to make something remarkable, & lastingly beautiful from this life of mine?}
.. .this deep wind, yearning & gushing.. .whistling ttthrough my soul
{& Winter, in all her silent glory}
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