Thursday, November 9, 2017

Winter Warm’d

And the snowflakes stopped, 
frozen in their falling, 
and the trees bent 
to slip their secrets 
into our waiting, enveloped ears. 
And my nose was numb 
and my feet were frozen, 
but my hands—darling, 
my hands in yours, 
have never been so warm. 

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