The Dusting

Not a blanket
but a dusting
of white
turns the world
into a tangle
of white shapes
upon shadows
in a world
of hard lines
and soft shapes
chilled
then frozen

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Morning Blush

Sweet color
bright and warm
spreads
across porcelain
as if in the
misty morning
the land
blushes sweetly
with shy smiles
as cool air
slips under
warm sheets
to whisper
over skin

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The Thaw

Once sharp
now brittle
as cold kisses raindrops
and ice coats the world
long spines
become encased
in the lick
of a frozen world
fingers touch
upon iced droplets
and brittle gives way
to warmth
like a broken soul
kissed by love

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Senseless Temptation

Pristine beauty
untouched white
as only little birds
disturb the snow
In the cold
I stand
and watch
water ripple
fighting the urge
to set bare feet
to snow
then dive in
and freeze

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The Hidden

A tangled thicket
of dark branches
which
rattle and scrape
with each slight
frozen breeze
yet deep within
sheltered and safe
lies a spark
of life
waiting for warmth
and a chance
to break out
and be free.

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Little Sounds

Comfortable
and warm
there comes  the
drip drip drip
I hear you
I say
and rise to
go explore
to find the puddle
and the wet
and wonder…
what next?

And wouldn’t it be nice if that pitterpat of drip I heard was melt outside my window instead of the sink… once again leaking.  Damnit.

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