The cold hangs tough, even after time springs forward
The chill threatens to homestead deep within my marrow
A few more robins will boost the morning chorus
Songs for survivors, the margin for nature is narrow
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In my dreams, I am sailing far away
After an interlude of modeling beach swimwear
There’s only Key West breeze on my burnt face
If this was my final winter, they’ll be no fanfare
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I waken to the frantic tapping on the panes
Gusts of semi-frozen rain blanket my world
It’s one against the force of the angry heavens
Dare I raise challenge to God’s might unfurled
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Instead of confronting this late arriving bluster
I plug every crack and crevice, standing my ground
Should I perish, frozen and buried without a trace
When the wildflowers awaken, I will be found
Ticket 2 Ride 
I like the image pairing with this poem, looks like you are soaring through the eye of the last storm, with the hopeful messages of the poem. This is heightened by the sensation of flying drawn in the competing images of spring birds. It gave me the illusion and visual imagery that I was a bird in flight flying with you fighting off the winter sadness, and feeling hopeful spring the way the birds do, awakening in full feeling in the desire for language in bird’s only way song. I like how you activate all the senses with this work, through a journey illustrated so well in imagery and call to imagery of paired image, excellent work. Thank you for sharing. You brought me great joy. I thank you for this.
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