All the anticipated
silence –
bunkering down
with books and music
in front of the fireplace
warming our feet—
those days never last
long enough for me.
Decoupaging, purging,
mending, sewing,
compiling music
gathering souvenirs,
creating photo cards
and lyrical lines --where
are those slow motion afternoons?
As I find time
for photoshop
and facebook,
I face the fact
of youth well-spent
and life, generously,
letting me in on another era.
Cold as it’s been
I hate to see
Winter wane
since once that starts—
we’re into Spring
and Winter’s on
the way again.
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