Winter Sun

Trees mimic death,
                  an involuntary
    relent to the
             ruthless cold.
Winter sun
                  withholds her
    fickle warmth,
             we wrestle with
    pining for malice
             toward others.
Our imprudent
                   gambles with
    spiritual seppuku,
             delicate two-steps
with our thoughts,
    peace doves
              from sand dollars.


ยฉ Rob Taylor, 2019

โ€œInner work is the catalyst that forges the transformation of unconditional love within the individual. Mindfulness, compassion, and gratitude are the imperative conducts of inner work.โ€

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 28). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.

5 thoughts on “Winter Sun”

  1. She is special. Your comments are very generous, Cindy. Thank you and enjoy the weekend. โ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ™

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