yet we can seem spendthrift
in any season scattering care
like birdseed on the ground, wet snow
no more weight on tree-shoulders
than skies gray or gold or blue—
and remember what you’ve done for me
shoring up my heart, careful
packing and piling
these paths through snow
with cold fingers rewiring
the whole house to sun-blaze
pouring joy through windows
and doors spilling love into the night
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Graceful Press Poetry 
Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem–love the imagery/metaphor, especially these lines (and most especially the last line):
with cold fingers rewiring
the whole house to sun-blaze
pouring joy through windows
and doors spilling love into the night
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Thank you…I did work myself to a place of great warmth and appreciation…thinking of my blogging friends and others…
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Blogger Love! ❤
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A feeling of goodwill with extra to share.
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I was feeling it 🙂 Thinking of all my poetry reading and writing friends.
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This here is excellent: “pouring joy through windows
and doors spilling love into the night”
*** Beautiful wordsmith you are! ❤
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Aww, thank you. All these warm and happy thoughts because of people like you! 🙂
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I can feel the warmth…much needed these days. (K)
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Oh, good. I was feeling warm and loved and wanted to share…
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i especially enjoyed the last seven lines that end with the lovely “spilling love into the night.”
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Thank you. (I was feeling pretty joyful by that part. 🙂 )
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What is it about winter that shakes everything out like old rugs? Lovely and richly hopeful.
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