Snow
Crisp and bright the morning breaks
The crumpled sheets of cotton show
Of entwined bodies, I take a glance
Your softly sleeping curves I know.
Windows open, fresh glides in
To wake you gently, caress your face
I lean to you and kiss your skin
So soft and pale a special place.
Outside now in Barbour wrapt
Thick soled boots to kick the snow
We walk in breathless thoughts to harbour
Of our past night, it’s all we know.
To have so much we breathe no sound
We walk the hill to see the shades
Of palette art on trees abound
In awe of the beauty that we made
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