Therapy Bits

This is for Bart’s visual poetry prompt…thanks, Bart!

https://livingpoetry.net/2025/12/01/december-visual-poetry-prompt-9/

In December the sky learns
a softer language—
sunlight poured thin
like honey warmed just enough
to remember summer.

It moves slowly
across rooftops glazed with frost,
touches the quiet corners
no one bothers to name,
and lifts the breath of the morning
into something almost golden.

Bare trees hold the light
in their open hands,
letting it sift through branches
as if weighing the cost
of another winter.

And for a moment—
a brief, forgiving moment—
the world stands still
beneath a pale, generous sun,
pretending it isn’t cold at all.