The Winter Divine
12/06/2023
Of cold wind, plenty,
Of warm Hearth,
it trickles through numb fingers.
I find myself, looking, far
Beyond thin, Bare
Branches
Beyond
Beyond the Veil
Of a Midwinter day, of
Stripped air and
Whisps of clouds, into
the pale Blue
Beyond
I find, not many, but One
not by name, not by knowing, not by
anything save
Love