Oh December your bite & sting!
landing upon skin diamond-white from late afternoon clouds
to the snap & blast of crystals falling
it is cold
wind strips the corners of tethered ponies & silver possibility
linen becomes the sky becomes surfaces left exposed to elements harsh & unforgiving
fold inside & fold & fold & fold again to discover . . .
capable wholeness / fragility tendered to the ice
peace on earth
bliss to beasts
warmth of heart