Dear Curiosity Journal,
Pondering the pure pleasures of a whimsical winter day
Stepping into a brightness so blazing we turn tender eyes away
Glittering frozen reflections magnify the low hanging sun
Pausing to listen for sounds in the snow and hearing none
Crimson feathers of Cardinal accost the eye and draw the heart
Adoration for the creatures who sing survival into art
Attending a skinny sunset slinking across the sky
Gazing into the darkness, waiting for the stars to fly
~Joy
