A Wintry Sunday Morning...
Thoughts on a wintry Sunday morning
And suddenly
Winter
is here
The near-full
moon rising
Casting
light upon trees
Bereft
of their leaves
Benevolent
feeders offer
Succulence
and sustenance
To the
birds of the air
And walkers
on the street
Pass
by bundled in ways
Unseen
and unimagined
Only
a few short days ago
While
on other streets and byways
Those
without shelter huddle
Neath
overpasses, pulling
Their
meager garments tightly
Around
shivering bodies
Hoping
the wintry weather
Will
be short-lived
And here
I sit- warm and well-fed
Risen
after resting in a downy bed
The whys
and hows of destiny
As much
a mystery as ever
But certain
that I needs must
Grant
Gratitude a permanent place
In my
heart and life
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