Poured on the browns
Of branches is the thorn
In all honesty, greens and browns also
Rest adorned
Steeping shiny leaves
Shuffling frozen breath
Until ice coats all
Resolutions left
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My gifts unwrap me
Nothing could give
Me joy
Like the pleasure
Of gratitude
In all things
In the energy laden
Pulsing ladles
Tilting over my mouth
The excess blessing
Of my moments
Dribble down my chin
Everything I thought could comfort
Is stained with the satisfaction
Knowing the life gift within
The pulmonary paradise
Invisible ice refracted
By soil and skin
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