Do not, in the midst of one,
Long to be in another
Season. Revel in blossoms,
Though bees and thorns, in pale snow,
Though numbing. Saturate yourself
With what is, just then, even through
Uneasy transition,
Even sorrow, so not
To forfeit actually
Living.
(c) Deanna Harrington Christiansen
September, 2014 All Rights Reserved
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