Snow billowing through the atmosphere
in the early morning hours, the wind gusting
on a cold winter day. Chickadees and squirrels
roistering on the back fence, a cardinal's bright
splash of carmine against the monochrome of
white covering the landscape. A picture worth
a thousand words gleaming in my eyes
sending a frisson of pleasure into swinging
limbs as they tramp forest trails deep in
newfallen snow on this one of many winter days
this year. This is the year that a belligerent ruler
rueing past glory, set out to shed blood in a
violent military assault against a neighbour
whose independent nationhood festers as an
assault upon a tyrant's nefarious plans to
'reunite' its territory with his own. And so
though it is winter there too and the ground laden
with snow even as the sun shines, aerial
sorties and bombing missions interrupt the
pleasures of life for millions under siege by
a psychopath with no care for the deadly impact
his orders to war inflict on the vulnerable.
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