A handwritten poem on a small, cut to size, piece of paper. It is being held in the sunlight with greenery behind it. Against Panic You recall those times, I know you do, when the sun lifted its weight over a small rise to warm your face, when a parched day finally broke open, real rain sluicing down the sidewalk, rattling city maples and you so sure the end was here, life a house of cards tipped over, falling, hope’s last breath extinguished in a bitter wind. Oh, friend, search your memory again — beauty and relief are still there, only sleeping. Molly Fisk

A small, sleeping black and white mini foxy with tan muzzle and eyebrows.

"Against Panic", Molly Fisk.
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I was inspired to write this poem out watching my pup sleeping in a ray of sunlight on the beanbag.

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How valuable it is in these short days, threading through empty maple branches, the lacy-needled sugar pines. Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story of Death’s brightness, her bitter cold. We can make do with so little, just the hint of warmth, the slanted light. The way we stand there, soaking in it, mittened fingers reaching. And how carefully we gather what we can to offer later, in darkness, one body to another.

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Winter Sun