The Anticipation Of Winter

The mist is creeping into my heart,

As it does in the naked trees,

Wet and glistening in the night,

I anticipate the freeze,


Burrowing into the depths of blanket fuzz,

I observe it marching in,

From the mountain tops, above the clouds,

Till it’s snowing deep within,


The heat of thought will feel the cill,

Dissipating into the air,

Like the breath expelled from eager lungs,

And the part of me that cared,


I’ll body surf naked on these hills of white,

Just to say I did such a thing,

Sailing into winter on a frigid wind,

With summer’s song to sing.


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