Winter’s Grace

Even as a child I knew that
Winter was God’s favorite.

Barren trees boldly proclaiming
their truths, no modesty to speak of,
just naked bark & fleshy scars,
storied limbs of lovers, and
children crawling through labyrinthine
branches twisted like souls knotted together.

That is winter
God’s favorite season.

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