Poem: December 9, 2019

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This mild December Monday-
60 degrees and full of rain-

isn't what we expect or hope for.
It's what we have,

and we should find a way
to love this day despite ourselves.

The rain falls and is wondrous,
as snow falls and is wondrous.

Warm air fills our lungs the same
as cold air fills our lungs.

We love each other to the sound
of falling rain, and

we love each other in the hush
of a winter snow.