This Life Magnificent

I am contemplating
lost snow, all the memories
I must let go

I am wondering
if it shall return, in February
March, or April

I am considering
Spring in bloom, all the many
things I must do

I am contemplating
dreams, thoughtful change,
variations of a theme

I am procrastinating
over decisions sweeping in
strong January winds

I am liking
writing. Disliking jobs I
must do to survive

I am thinking,
seriously, that art
is a medicine for life

I am deliberating,
on challenges, finding
new ways to breathe

This life magnificent.