You, meaning in the plural sense

that no matter what I'm doing

there's something about a first snowfall

and sunlight on things

outside the windows, but not on birds.

My heart, my head swirls with

the tiny details of you

like a snowglobe, some having

glitter for the sparkle, or

for the spark of life which is

all of you that I love.

Good is the morning when

thinking Sunday thoughts of

the people in my life,

even those who are gone

and sunlight does not fill

my heart with this ice called cold.

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