Put on your winters coat

and wait awhile.

Catch the breeze,

the scent of resting hedgerow

as cold nights give way

to short days of bright blue skies

and a promise of spring.

My eye rests on a robin,

a radiant chest of health aglow

to all the possibilities of a New Year.

We catch each other’s thoughts

and then she flies,

her wings catching the currents

as she ebbs ever forward.

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