Monday, February 6, 2012

snow


wrapped in black leather he walks in
i smell the breath of ice angels
on his pink cheeks , his eyes wide ~
an ember, my heart now glows
and finally christmas arrives
halfway through january
and i make that solemn
promise to myself again ~
i'll grow a winter orange tree
and swallow a seed from it
or maybe two,
just for luck.

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