33–Winter Colors

i guess cold is holy too

my feet hate it my hands

never feel it warmth is

such a recognition when

the temperature drops

with leaves and here in

the almost tropics it scares

sensitive new plants who

don’t have skills to stand

it and so i pray heat through

my window into the newly

planted yard sing fire songs

of passion to the passion fruit

vines the plums are fine hibiscus

the color of love and fear

my soul a shade of longing


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