Of Headaches and Halos

Old Man Winter turns out the light early

And the darkness outside breeds darkness in our lives

We rise later and sleep so soon

And in the frost and cold breathes misfortune

And death

We huddle together, sharing what little warmth we have

And the lone robin sings a sad song



We laugh when we can, smiling a small smile

Taking comfort in Newfies and Dachsunds

Photographs of ice


From what is left of the autumn

Some cuddle for warmth with those they love

Others lay down alone


The pain of our lives brings our heads to our hands

While within us, the grandfather clock of life reborn

Ticks softly, and we know it is there

To greet us in spring

When the trees and the wild

Shake off the white fairy dust

Of winter


And we breathe.

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