March 7, 2010

Winter I

"Who are we?" she asked
"I do not know," I replied -
Frost held us as one
For some time, we sat...
Withering
Holding each other
Low morning clouds - and willow leaves
She asked me to speak
I could not...
My voice was like fog
And when light appeared
We knew that we were broken -
But saw only snow

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