present tense
what remains is what remains
once the riptide disrupts the flow
winter snow dissolves into thin air
revealing what was thought to be dead
north wind arrives before the dawn
energetic and surprisingly warm
fingers and toes begin to wiggle
deep inside the belly of the creator
there is comfort in barren trees
supported by the richness of the earth
fear not the ghostly new moon rising
giving reason to breathe yet again
december two thousand eighteen
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Merry Christmas, my friend!
Thank you, Sofia ~ Merry Christmas to you and yours!