I awoke this morning
to the world in bridal white
and birds-egg blue.
The sun shone off the snow
in prisms, breaking the light
into brilliant starbursts
of every hue.

Every breeze blew sugar-dust
into my face,
tiny cold suns collecting on my eyelashes
then melting away,
the landscape was confectionery
with icing heaped on the trees
and my picket fence...

01/16/2009

Posted on 01/16/2009
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