Friday, November 23, 2007

low hanging branches heavy with snow

wrist shakes. points from the window

willow wisp cracked the frost

woke the forest as their dead arms

stretched frozen still for wanting apple blossoms

while exploring took care not to tread

harshly on the wind

they were it's guests after all

it's quest

one for all

it's gust that touches their blindside fall

spell cast within the cold it brings together now warm

between us became simply enough

your breath is beautiful

and neither eyes are open

but I had to take in that face

while the moon was peeking at us

buried there in perfection

becoming a root in the ground

twisting playfully is shy shadows

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