Most of these last three weeks

Have been pretty much a blur

The weather casually changed

It tried snowing and got colder

I used to secretly welcome snow

For me, winter is a sacred season

Far too many people overlooked

I paid no attention to its occurring

Nor did I find enjoyment of flakes                                        

Life went about its own business

While I remained mostly reluctant

My thoughts became more pensive    

For the soul of my lost inspiration     

Only residing now…in remembrances


Poet of the Light © 2021


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