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Description
The winter sun carves long shadows into the face of the forest floor.
Soothing breaths of autumn orange light have receded
and left the world in a pallor of abandonment.

Where green met blue and violet and red and yellow,
now shades of brown huddle against tired grays
on an icy canvas of white.

You, my love
in this home, in our little light--
you sustain the spectrum of love in my winterworn heart.

When trees remember life whose fingers reach beyond the pines,
When silent snows remember the symphonies of birds and crickets and little feet on grassy lawns,
When frost has descended to water the waiting seed,

I will remember the winter,
stretching my strengthening roots ever deeper through the pressing earth,
painting the sky with brilliant leaves,
forgetting that they ever fell.

Description
The winter sun carves long shadows into the face of the forest floor.
Soothing breaths of autumn orange light have receded
and left the world in a pallor of abandonment.

Where green met blue and violet and red and yellow,
now shades of brown huddle against tired grays
on an icy canvas of white.

You, my love
in this home, in our little light--
you sustain the spectrum of love in my winterworn heart.

When trees remember life whose fingers reach beyond the pines,
When silent snows remember the symphonies of birds and crickets and little feet on grassy lawns,
When frost has descended to water the waiting seed,

I will remember the winter,
stretching my strengthening roots ever deeper through the pressing earth,
painting the sky with brilliant leaves,
forgetting that they ever fell.