If I could take today in my arms
bewitchingly like a mother
to carry it into the future
to the world outside
where I have yet
to go in
perhaps
because as winter
breaths stab restive
I discover... lying here
that I can say love and mean
more than a million different things
Pic: A scoop of snow remains in the bird's nest out front.
Updates: My back is better i.e., back to its customary and manageable amount of pain. I've successfully put away Christmas 2025: tree, decor, outdoor decoration, gift wrap, and all. Hallelujah.
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