I keep changing my mind. I like the season of winter and the solitude, but I have visions of Candlemas and the spring and the green popping up unexpectedly. I am both inside this experience and the one of the winter element of water.
So, here is a poem about Candlemas, though admittedly it is far away.
Candlemas( Sareena Sandhu, 1998)
Winter wages its slow fury through snow covered trees and bristling winds.
It covers our heads and houses with hard rain that rips…
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