there is a thing called
raw
cold
beauty
even feathers
get stuck sometimes
(take heart; spring is coming)
it doesn't matter if i understand how
it all happens
but my choice to see
or not to see
is daily life or death
to me
"What a severe yet master artist old Winter is.....No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel." ~John Burroughs "The Snow-Walkers" 1866
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