Pause on my doorstep,
sweet Winter,
as the nights moon
kisses me
full on the lips.
Hearken!
I will sing you
liquid moon beams
from my lovers
glistening embrace.
Our company will be jovial
Orion, Andromeda,
and Cassiopeia.
But none could contend
with your power to
bosom my breath
and leave even the roads
feeling so
unadulterated.
Monday, January 31, 2005
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