Moon Day in Winter

The tide came in so fast, whole years vanished—
a blur of projects and relationships
swept away. The everlasting beach
retains uniform ripples, brain waves in sand.

Think of February days as present time,
a gift of snow-white hours, unfettered moments.
Welcome the suspect pause as growing space;
the body in transformation wins its birthright.

Do not consider it the end of strife
nor run to shallow water; accept the rule
of due process. Maturation erodes
surface differences, leaving character bones.

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