From a mostly cloudless sky the Sun has been shining since it arose; naturally
it's a cold day, freezing; now minus seventeen degrees, but all that abundant light burns inside, fiercely, warming your
withered being. All that dried wood
of the spirit crackling as it's consumed.
You shiver, the gifted aquamarine jacket
more apt for autumn mists, your fingers inside the woollen gloves are going numb,
but all that lush light has you rooted
in the blue snow, blazing.
22.02.2023
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