Pictures give me inspiration for writing:
A cold wet December, so dark and so gray,
Twice as bleak now that my love is away,
My mind in disorder, my heart well astray,
Glee torn asunder, what chance for today?
Yet deep in the shadows beyond where I lay,
One glimmer of hope, one glint of a ray,
Like a star in the night, diffuse and soigné,
It beckons my soul to keep patient this day.
As milkweed seeds fly on a wing and a prayer,
And cycles of tides forge temporal fare,
She will return with her luminance there,
And I will rejoice 3 times and 4 squared!
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