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 surprise full moon . feels like a gift shared with all . but few will unwrap
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
a fresh fallen snow . is a page in a guestbook . signed by visitors
without its cushion . a chair becomes furniture . that nobody wants
autumn leaves explode . but the morning light chooses . which ones to highlight
pulling the last rays . from the autumn sun, the leaves . do their final job
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