The cold barrenness of winter always encourages me. The trees shed their leaves and open the earth up for closer examination. Beauty hidden in the abundant greenery of summer is exposed, the silver sliver of mountain streamlets, small waterfalls, boulders, and trails are winters feast. Winter also bears up against me forcing me to seek warmth and shelter and find renewed interest in my lover's warm body. Winter quietens the earth and me and allows the natural sounds of life to filter in, the crows, the wind, and the sincere sound of quiet itself. Winter is self-reflective, giving me time to think about sleeping lovers, to stare as a child at our Christmas tree, and to write with the ease of those silver slivers, bouncing too and fro on every rock of my unhurried mind.
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| My lover sleeps in the early morning dawn. I put our bed on rollers so we can roll it up to the windows every night and go to sleep looking out at the stars above our Great Tennessee River. |
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