Hope Leaps Like a Fox in Winter

 

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Love must be as much a light as a flame. ~Henry David Thoreau


My weary hands ache

from all the holding on

and the letting go

that is the cost of greedy hands

 and a hasty heart

there was once a time

 when you were the warmth to my winter

the flame my hands held close to

but fast fires can only burn so long

the burning house sooner or later falls to ash

a rubble one must walk away from

the season comes and goes

but my heart always hopes for more

it leaps like a fox in winter

and holds tight to all it finds

it can be a heavy burden

in the loss of letting go.

 

 

 

Comments

  1. There's a similarity in our tales --- except yours is eloquent! Ah, Miss Carrie, you have such a way with words!!

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  2. Love does have its seasons and you've woven the intricacies of them well here.

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  3. Wow, Carrie. I just posted mine and am rather astounded at how our hearts found the same pathway - the leaping fox heart , "you were the warmth to my winter." So glad I didnt read yours till I had written mine. Yours says it so much better.

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  4. I like the progression, the hands grow weary trying to please the heart which takes charge and tries to carry on for the sake of love. My take.
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    1. Weve had three family broken hips, my father, my wife, and now our older, recently widowed daughter who slipped on the ice.
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  5. The hottest fires are the first to flame out, so they say. I've found it to be true.

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  6. Reading this, it gave the fox's leap a sense of relief that just further wearies; a moving progression.

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  7. I could feel the beating of your heart as you wrote this poem ~~~ it is pure emotion.

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  8. "...it can be a heavy burden

    in the loss of letting go."

    I love that.

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  9. This is deeply resonate with anyone who's lived and leapt.

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  10. an almost fire and ice poem with the passion beautifully epitomized by the fox's red coat.
    "the flame my hands held close to

    but fast fires can only burn so long"

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  11. I raise my glass to that hopeful heart Carrie

    Happy Sunday

    Much💜love

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  12. "my heart always hopes for more / it leaps like a fox in winter" - never stop your heart leaping and yearning for more!

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  13. The poem speaks to me in the voice of Life; arrival, departure and the weariness in between. Very beautifully put. Thanks for the prompt to inspire me a few lines :)

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  14. Letting go is tough even when it is the best thing to do. Love how you've expressed it and held on to hope.

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  15. Satan is always a charmer and gorgeous . He does not appear with little horns and a pitchfork I know him well...

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