Christmas becomes a memory;
a brief explosion of red and green
surrounded --
and then slowly overcome --
by the deep soft blues
of winter;
the light of joy
and generosity
begins to fade
as clouds roll in again.
We hold the colors
in our hearts --
beacons of the light
we carry within --
and step again into the dark.
1 comment:
Your words and photos ring so deeply in my heart and soul Diane.
Thank you.
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