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