cherry trees, bare in Winter
like the newness of a girl
snowdrifts pile up the whiteness
of your smile, clean, sterile

you’re glove-covered, cold, solid
as icicles hanging from limbs
frozen lakes entice
curious reckless steps
bending to a deceiving beauty
breath-stealing wetness consumes
beneath broken floes

the feel of frostbitten fingers
is all that you leave behind
prayers for spring’s blossoms
hover unanswered in the biting air

12/05/2003

Posted on 12/05/2003
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