I have little
but what I have is mine
It is worth
more than I could count in time
The cold reminds
me of the warmth of my heart
beating, beating
each seems further apart
As winter
my life lays down for awhile
renewing the land
as the womb does the child
Cold stills
minute details of this day
the wind travels
coming by but never to stay
Bare trees
stark against the hills
Warm furs
protect against the chill
A simple life
determination holds tight
A warm wind
will eventually come some night
I have little
what I have is mine
no one can see
in sun or storm, I shall be fine.
barb
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