Moody, these December skies
brooding chill interrupted
by sun’s sudden emergence

To hibernate, or brace
the wind; stiffen protectively
or inhale invigoration

Caution guides my steps
intimate with wintry passages
acknowledging that I am December…

(Image my own)

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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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