The kind that test your will
And the fight you have left
Winter is not even here yet
I say to myself
Stepping into another
Hour long bath
Covering myself with blankets
Hiding from the outside world
Books, music, and movies
Comforting my weary heart
But today
It's snowing dandelions
The clouds are spun silk
My legs and feet are
Bare white porcelain
Under the long forgotten Sun
The wind is restless like my soul
Playfully tugging at my hair
As I sit silently still
Breathing it all in
Reminding myself why I am here
For this moment I am grateful .
~Amber C. Smith (November 2014)
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