yet prism'd pierced with solace
branches sway in a wind sent to remind us of our mortality
thin-walled fragility of our shared humanness
gold finches blissfully ignore all loneliness
to savor seed & other feathered fluff company
sun dips lower to the western horizon
in measured cadence to the moon's promise
winter ...
bookmark this hour
and
light a candle
for warmer days ....
