surface of the
frozen dirt
the snow blows
all night -
back and forth.
I am surprised
it does not
wear away
the earth-skin.
With that much
abrasion in my heart
or in my mind
I would have been
worn thin -
frazzled away from
myself - my center.
Perhaps the lesson
is to freeze over
and become cold
when the season turns
to wearing you down.
A little distance
and hardening
can preserve
your surface
when harshness
and the winds of
change settle in.
But,
only for a season.
Ciao!
tjm+
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