Necessity

the lines of a web,
a crucial support structure;
delicate beauty.

Running with the wind,
seeking shelter in the breeze.
At ease: the tree's leaves.

Pain that sears so deep.
Aching through: within my bones.
A love that can't be.

The cool dusk breeze cuts
Leaves, fur and face turn, to shield
Nature seeks shelter

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Source: Old Farmer's Almanac

Winter: Brisk maestro
A patriot of the art
My joy once again.

slow, distant drops fall
the quenched earth breathes deep relief
rain's visitation