some see two windows . and need to choose only one . though light comes through both
spring buds do not grow . on older branches, instead . they support new growth
reaching for the sky . the tree does not realize . it is in a box
we’d like to ignore . the chaos of transition . from winter to spring
the rational thought . that all things will pass, doesn’t work . in the bitter cold
to cross a divide . one of the best solutions . is to build a bridge
a fresh fallen snow . will gather on surfaces . we’ve never noticed
simply walking . requires stepping carefully . in a winter fog
time and space contract . to what is right here, right now . when the fog rolls in
without its cushion . a chair becomes furniture . that nobody wants
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