It is enough,

To partially comprehend,

Yet deeply believe. ...

One day,

I too shall fall,

And what is left behind, ...

I am made,

Essentially the same way.

Clunky, ...

To be open,

Melt when it’s time,

Lend a helping hand, ...

Waking up,

After a blustery night,

We found our snowman, ...

Few carry themselves,

With pride and style,

Wearing humility, ...

Clarity,

Matters less,

For that which I see, ...

There are things,

In plain daylight,

That I clearly see, ...

The only marks,

I now crave to leave behind,

Are those that bring smiles, ...

It no longer matters…

Basking in the sun,

Or looking on, ...

Despite the snow and ice,

I am determined,

To not only survive, ...

To dangle,

Or shine.

Why not both, ...

Today we awoke,

To white-blanketed trees,

Surrounded by snowy fields. ...

Being close to the ground,

Is where I like to be.

For it’s there, ...

Things are often,

Different than they seem.

There are times, ...

Closing shop,

Is a natural act.

How else can one listen, ...

It takes patience,

Self-honesty and dedication,

To pick the fruits, ...

I too,

Am like a woodchip.

One among many, ...

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Can now be found,

On snowy sidewalks, ....

It’s the smallest,

Unexpected touches,

That bring warmth and smiles, ...