When you walk out into a winter’s night,
Frost or snow or ice on the ground, it’s quiet and still,
As if the world is paying reverent homage to the year just past.
Snowflakes sparkle with the joy of experiencing the world
As they tumble through the sky to your feet.
Trees bare, reach out to touch your spirit
And remind you of who you are.
It’s your time to reach within,
To define desires,
To process all that is.
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