Of The Living Things

Strength used to live in this body.

A physical force,

An emotional solidarity,

A dedicated mind.

But these cold winter days

Bring a frailness to all

Of the living things,

And where once there was strength,

Only hope remains,

That the strength shall return

With the Spring.



There is a beauty in this moment.

I can feel it, like the wind

On my face, in my hair.

It’s subtle, easily overlooked,

And will be gone too soon.

There’s always a nostalgia,

A yearning to return

Once more to that beauty.

But it exists. And that

Is enough

For me.