A flower in the Winter, you are..


A flower in the Winter, you are.

I watched you dance alone to the morning song. You make me smile and I know. You are my Winter flower in the days of December. I drink my coffee and I write into my journal.
” I beheld a beautiful flower in the days of December.
I told the morning.
A beautiful flower can decay with time and the fragrant of time can become our enemy.
A ancient poet wrote somewhere in time.
Make today matter, for tomorrow.
The light of hope can turn into darkness.
My beautiful flower adore the warm Spring days of April and
she love being sun kissed by the May warm sunny days.
I told my flower of Winter.
Please don’t forget to love me.
I love the softness of your voice and I appreciate the kindness of your love.”
I know love needs reminders, need morning talks with hot coffee.
Needs to keep hope and the laughter alive.
I went to my Winter flower and we slow-danced to the songs of the  morning birds.
I told her. Today we must go dancing, drink a-bit of whiskey and slow dance to Willie and Hank.
Dancing Coyote
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