Spring Is An Illusion

Fall fades. Warmth recedes.
One gives thanks with a shiver -
In winter.

Thanksgiving is warmth.
Warm thoughts, warm feelings.
Holiday season, though, can be cold.

It makes some sense.
Around a fire, a warm fire.
Around friends, warm friends.
Warmth inside and out..

Holiday season, though, can be cold.
If you're out in the cold.
And if you're out in the cold,
Spring is an illusion.


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