I begin to feel the light stretching
about now – as January unravels.


And it feels good to me.


Somewhere between the winter solstice
and the Super Bowl
our candle light at dinner time
becomes less intrusive, and less effective
in creating its wonderful ambiance.


Our window panes
allow the incipient suggestions
of the still-distant spring.


It may be easier to hold such hope
if you live in Florida.

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