This Abundant Life
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
lips crack in the cold
a metallic warmth
crosses my tongue
trees throw silhouetted
branches into
a hazy pink sky
the sun has long since set
but the clouds hover pale above
the snow around me glows
with an unseen source of light
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