Lions Mane

When winter pulls the curtain closed
on autumns final song

We slide our way to shorter days
and nights that last too long

Come December icy mornings
walking towards the East

Countless prisms catch my eyes
the frost has left a feast

multi colored spectrums dance
within the light of day

sun rays shine to feed my mind
as darkness fades away ~

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Cup your hands

around the small 

flickering flame 

of your heart

breathe in

the light of this life