Come and go,
birds help themselves
to seed in snow.
They seem to know
you have gone;
the whole world knows,
as it is sewn in tiny stitches
throughout the air,
like frozen flakes.
This knowledge settles
like a blanket stretched
tight over a bed.
At the window, I watch
the rest of nature realize
what I refuse.
As Many Loves As Stars In The Sky 
and your body knows what the birds know. you must keep pecking. so stark how life goes on when our world is covered in the heavy blanket of loss. nice work
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Thank you so so much for reading and for commenting. People so rarely comment on poems and I adore comments so very much!! And yeah, you’re absolutely right… the beat goes on. Thanks again. Xoxo.
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Charlotte, the comments are free hugs for good writing
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