Wake to a white world

Wake to a white world
inlaid with deep frost
the green fields covered
with this frozen manna
the dense air clouded
by our breath in the cold
winter silence

on such mornings
love longs for
the warm touch
of supple fingers
for subtle words
from lips prepared
to kiss the day
better

John Lyons

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