Ice cold, waters flow winter drifts stealthily past spring stirs and sleeps on
Winter’s icy grip holds me in its thrall. Ice clogs the river divided into two snowbound channels that flow in sluggish, selfish disregard of my desire for spring to arrive.
I watch… the river flow… the sun creep across the farside bank… mist rise and cars drive over the bridge as this giant ball we call our home keeps spinning through space on its journey around the sun, oblivious to the hands of time turning fast over calendar pages.
We humans create such angst for ourselves. Such trauma and grief.
I awake and scan the headlines on my phone. I open my Wordle App and feel some satisfaction in figuring it out in three guesses.
I’ll take the small wins on this ice-cold day. The tiny moves that bring me guilty pleasures and simple joys and remember, that even though it seems the Arctic air will hold us in its grip forever, this too shall pass.
All things do.
Spring shall come.
The snow will melt
And life will continue to move on despite our struggles to hold it still,, to change the past, to change the course of life’s rivers flowing.
This too shall pass.
It always does.
Dare Boldly 
How true is this. We create our own angst over nothing we can control. Go with the flow, icy and slow as it may be…
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I’m grateful for people like you Dale who remind me to see beauty in all things. ā¤
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I do try. Some days it takes a bit more effort but hey, we’re human š xo
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Nice haiku. Almost set up for a tanka actually with how it felt transitory. Yes, winter will pass. I, for one, am not quite ready, so I’m OK for a month or so to feel inside is still the place to be.
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I love that you feel that inside is still the place to be. Such a beautiful phrasing.
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Oh, I spend lots of fitness time outside and play time, but I also cherish the project time winter gives me. And it always goes by so fast! I never accomplish as much as I wish, but then I give a lot of time to my grandkids, and I won’t change that.
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