Thursday, December 21, 2017

A Coal for the Solstice

This is the winter
And this is the chair.
Sit by the window.
Do not despair.

Others fare better,
But that’s only fair.
Others are better.
Do not despair.

You can write sunlight,
Embroider the air.
You can parse dust motes.
Do not despair.

There’s ice outside you.
There’s fire inside you.
Burn your despair.

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