Last Day of February, A Painting

The purple darkness of our valley

delights in the sunlit tree branches,

a contrast like my own heart,

not ready to release winter,

it’s bones that reveal the structure of life,

a sadness that is sweet

only because it is true.

Today on the first day of March

I morn the passing of the season of winter

It’s keep me honest.

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