it has taken me three years to realize
that there is winter here.
trees stand still bare
and spanish moss hangs like snow
warms, cascades icicles.
but a florida winter also
buds and blooms and
will not allow thick crusty
layers, frozen cold
penetrate what is meant to live.
and I wonder at the ways I live
here with the heart of a florida
winter. though Habakkuk's fight to
rejoice in all that does not spring or
yield her fruit is known,
there is even now the fulfillment of the
is done and triumphant. in this
sun what petals will not open
to display her praise?
thus florida winter has found, wooed and
won me with her brave-lined life
against what is gone, lost, and
her ever reminders of life renewed;
the continual coming forth.
and so it is this florida winter,
who sows her seeds of expectation
and flows her rivers of song,
I will cherish as my own
beloved season wherever I go.
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