Skiing
In silk
Skating
On frozen waters
Clear, clean ice
Looking out
At leafless trees
That beckon
My mind’s eye
To beauty
In barrenness
Shedding
The expectation
To rise
In every occasion
Maybe the bears
Had it right
Hibernate
Be still
The closest
To surrender
Many will bear
The mink stole
Of my great grandmother
Brings me peace
As seeking
To inhabit
Her world
For a moment
While realizing
That imagination
Is the closest
I get to
Remembering
A life well lived
For a photo
Reminds me of
Her beauty
But not much
Else
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