Winter Color

Do not tell me
winter is a dead season.
no, it is full of color and fire
that defies the cold
like the last soldier standing,
defiant, glorious, more sure
in passion, more
thankful
for the sun.

About this poem

I feel more vibrant now at 59, than I felt at 40. Not younger, but more vibrant.

You figure.

Tom

PS – the picture was taken yesterday morning near Brattleboro, VT. It was in the twenties and the sun was just coming up as I came out of the fog to this. I had to stop. Even if I didn’t have my camera, I had to stop.