Winter Walk

Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?

Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.

(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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