FebPoWriMo 8

Even on the coldest day 
There may be something

In the quality of the light
Or the way your face turns

Reluctantly to greet it
That convinces you spring

Has already arrived and if
The season is late then so be it

The light will be familiar
To our faces nevertheless
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By Joshua Keiter

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