Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Patches Of Ground

This woodpile, illuminated
By a January moon
Shifts something in me
It feels like love
But far simpler


Six more inches
Fell overnight
Out my window, I imagine Kyoto
Its golden temple
Robed in white


All night, together
Lying in silence
The storm passing over
Our hidden shelter
Two warm bodies in the snow

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