Need — A Poem

Winter’s light –

drunk,

swallowed,

gulped;

Cupped in grateful hands.

Fingers’ curved

in grasping seams

through which

that thinned substance

too soon,

too quickly seeps,

fades,

sets.

Eyes closed,

face upturned and tilted

toward hastening light;

For a moment quenched,

replenished,

soothed —

dream of greener days

restored.

–C.Birde

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“Collecting Winter’s Light” — C.Birde, 1/16

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