NaPoWriMo, Day 23

In Defense of Winter

A clipped quiet. A clearing of the slate. A rooting down. An exposure. A chance to bare the heart in its rawest, bleeding form. A cutting off of all life at the source. A replenishing of blood and oxygen. An inhale necessary for breathing life back into the bare, bloodless limbs of all the deflated bodies that have finally let go of all the dead weight they’ve carried. A chance to look forward. A chance to give the soul a shake. A chance to heal, bloom, and grow. To watch mother nature unfold her blush pink lips and kiss the earth awake.

Prompt from @amykaypoetry- In defense of…

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