Recuperation

It has been November for so long

but I think we are finally passing into December,

into our winter.

 

I am heavy and tired.

I do not want to be naked

but there is not much left to cover me.

I want to be a frog

or a snake.

Slow blood in tiny veins

hidden away in the mud.

 

It is a long and terrible season.

Can we afford ourselves some beauty in this?

Some joy

by keeping our hearts where the frost can’t reach?

Can we shed everything

and trust there will be growth

when the spring comes?

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