Winter’s cold honesty
Gives me hope.
Limbs and ground
Stripped of pretense
Everything is hard:
Warmth, food, the stolid earth
The stark beauty profound
Says more about what really is
Than any bursting bloom
Or chirping sound
And if the trees themselves can weather
Any sudden glacial storm
And still stand tall unbent unspent
Feet planted beyond the frost
Patiently, wait for the sun’s healing kiss
So can I, so can I.
-Rachel Stogner
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