Oppressive winter sinks my spirit in a pit of apathy – a stilled, frozen depth of indifference; I just want to hibernate. In spring, however, my flesh sings alive, I waken to renewed love of this world our home; I open to delight.
For Friday Writings #213 at Poets and Storytellers United, we are invited to include any or all of these sets of words: 1. flesh/spirit, 2. spring/winter, 5. love/indifference.
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