The sun was setting. I could not win. I had collected all the golden hues of the sun in the lofty pine.I gathered them to brighten up this breaking heart of mine. I embraced them in the fading light of day.This was my hour of contemplation…Yet, I wanted to go out to play.The snow was piling deeper around the cabin door .I want to go run to the bear`s den. I longed to hear him snore.
Should I gather up the courage? Bundle up in many layers? I need to get moving daylight was almost gone. I needed to press on. The victory over winter’s length was hardly won.So I went in my imagination…to the great cupboard door. Gathered up the fancy shot-taffata gown that I had worn fifty years before. It’s greens, blues and purples sparkled in the setting sun.
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