Poem 23: December Fields

winter snow
against my windows
falling softly
thoughts of May.
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Christmas morning
and melting
into laughter
the snow
on your tongue.
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shading your face
night and day
the haloed moon
draws you
from my fire
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Shattering the stillness
of December fields
the jealous crow
shouting our approach.
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inclining his reflection
in a bowl of ice
the watchful robin.
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under this bridge
a stranger paused
to leave you
a broken icicle.