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A city’s morning rush and stumble
is made soft with snow.

Well within my hood I sleepwalk,
feeling strongly the distance to my bed.

With whoosh, the wind brings me a shock,
whipping in a flash of frozen flower flakes.

They fall, wetly heavy against warm lashes,
those clinging crystals casting me in winter’s drag.

I awaken to a whitened world
and the lazy pleasures of melting.

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chelidon
Jan. 18th, 2011 04:44 pm (UTC)
I hear ya :) Here's to lazy pleasures (tho' what I really want is to go hibernate...)
ravenedgewalker
Jan. 18th, 2011 04:55 pm (UTC)
that is beautiful - so evocative.
bonafide_rarity
Jan. 18th, 2011 05:20 pm (UTC)
mmmmm
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