Some mornings I reckon
it’s gonna be frosty;
nose-tingling hoary,
unsafe to walk on
but today, before a new dawn,
I came out my front door
and the sigh of a zephyr
came up from the earth.
Unusual near winter
that the ground sends a balm,
a hot breath, an out breath,
a generous kiss,
rekindling my centre
to let out his warmth.
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