When the cold begins to settle into our hearts
We must cling to those days of brightness and joy
When our shoulders felt lighter, our vision focused
Remembering moments of transcendent beauty
Like small pockets of relief along a strenuous climb.
When there is no certainty of what will be,
We look for anchors to ground our tired feet
Places of shelter where we are safe and warm
Where for a brief interlude, we can rest from grief
Reassuring our hearts that the cold will pass
And light will find us again, at last.
The Therapy of Words 
Winter is spreading. The symbolism it elicits can be absolutely bottomless. Until that first day of spring arrives.
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Very true. It is a long wait until then, but hopefully there will be some light that shows up along the way! 🙂
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