Bleak winter presses on my soul
grey solitude heavy weight
nature’s blanket takes its toll
tearing at all reason I wait
colour plied to canvas tight
window opens cloudless peace
greens and yellows pull the light
shutter of my soul release
brush continually applies
shape takes beauty’s form
of winter I am free inside
spring unveils her radiant warmth
The art: “Clare’s Window” (1980s) is one of the paintings my mother has painted that brings nature’s beauty indoors. On many wintery days, I have pulled at the warmth from her work and felt less wintry weight.
penned in moon dust 
A love way to refresh one’s self.
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A beautiful story behind both the poem and the artwork. Much love and well wishes! ❤
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