Covered from wintertide’s windblown sleets and weather white,

Summer hides beneath shuffled sheets through both light and night. ; )

Vacation’s bear veered into its visitatorial milieu of valley’s vista, vetting salmon’s value via volumes of voraciously vested vim and vigor. ; )

While the Coon from Maine

May seem quite insane

Mewing mines in vain

Much like paravane

Out-claws each sensed pain,

Such acts aren’t inane—

Just in need of rain

To see worries wane

And purrs bloom again. ; )

At arval stood a deer—spirit animal of dearest departed dear—reminding company that what may not seem near could still be found where the heart does hear. ; )

When the weathering world feels both particularly and non-ephemerally icy and cruel,

When self’s pursued paths of passions and hopes sent to aboves are paved rather than saved by what is curule,

Engaging in the embracing of warmthfullness therapy turns into quite the resplendent jewel—

Sparking the most welcomed return of both life and light into parts once way too dark and way too uncool. ; )