Do Not, in the Midst of One
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