winter
placed itself
upon
my bones
it
heaped
and stored
each
layer
cold, forlorn
it
almost
reached
my soul that
winter
placed
upon
my bones
the cracks are how the light shines in,
and it is only by remaining aware of imperfection
that we remain open to redemption and reform
Leonard Cohen
sun flare on January 22, 2011
sooc WINTER
the
word of choice
for the
hosted
by
Peter Pollock
