The Day Does Not Come Ready

The morning chill is but a reminder
That the day does not come to you, ready
That you must steel yourself against perils
And once the sleep is rubbed from your eyes
And your heavy feet are made to tread deftly
Then… only then, you are ready
To walk out into the world
And not be overtaken by the cold
And to light the fire of anyone’s hearth
Who did not prepare
Or who simply came to the end
Of their winter wood stores





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