even sunshine can be bitter, cold
as we stretch and smile,
bundled in boots and memories, strung
out like Christmas lights in February
swaying in a fragile air.
There is a quiet intensity
to every breath blown;
hunkered in our heartbeats, we
sip only warm things, tasting
the pulse of a new year.
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Joanna Suzanne Lee 
This is so good -so warm and I loved this “…memories, strung
out like Christmas lights in February.”
A better image I can’t imagine, Mosk
Aw, shucks, Mosk. Thanks for all the positive feedback. You’re a gem. 🙂
Loved this. Immediately pulled into to the
feeling of how ” even sunshine can feel bitter and cold ” as we bundle with boots and memories. It’s uplifting and gives hope as we warm up “sharing memories while hunkered with our heartbeats..”
thanks, Michele! I like that you pulled hope from this. 🙂