Waking up to a soft, gray morning.
No emotion, no happiness, blank, sad,
empty, warm, but cold.
Healing, it takes some time,
just as fall turns to winter.
The trees are waiting.
For the world to mend
find itself, fill in the missing colors.
I’m in no hurry,
for the birds to migrate
to some brighter, warmer land.
I’m in no hurry
to see the flowers
their dainty petals
purple, orange, red, and pink.
See them struggling against
The thick layer of snow,
to find the light of day.
Just as a mama bear
rustles awake,
seeing her cubs are still asleep.
The world is dressed in white.
She yawns, steps outside
Just for a moment,
brrrrr!!! It’s too cold.
She steps back into her cave,
snuggles in with her babies.
Feels the tug of warmth around her
and drifts off to sleep…
as the snow softly pounds down
on the pliable earth.
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