Winter is a time
of contraction,
eating less
of a dwindling larder.
Lent's a virtue
of doing without.
Will we survive
the letting go and
find the joy of abundance
whether Ho Tai with his
bag of treats and a full belly,
or an abundance of sky
and roads unwalked.
Almost more joy
at a day we've never seen,
than we can handle
without shaking.
The juniper so green,
so scented
it crowds out thought.
—Jeffrey Taylor
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