A bitter cold sweeps in
Filling the valley with damp
clouds
Ice clings to every surface
A slippery gloss clouded by snow
A ray of sun peeks down
Not incredibly strong or bright
But when opportunity strikes
It graces my brow
Although its’ light is few and
far between
It is I it chooses to shine upon
I welcome its embraces
During the chances I am given
Sitting here in the cool darkness
Its’ memory warms me
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