Thursday, December 3, 2009


i woke up to a sky
turned pale white;
the pavement was
littered with broken
fragments of glass
in green, yellow... it

glittered in the early
morning winter light.

(while i long for
the heat of summer,
and miss it dearly,

winter provides us
with the perfect
opportunities to make
our own warmth,

tucked away beneath
soft, heavy quilts, next
to crackling, golden
orange fires.)

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