live like it's an evergreen

to wake upon a foreign light
and fingers cold as death
with pieces of the sky afloat
upon the winter's breath

to scuffle through a crystal dust
of innocent array
and clouds a gentle shawl across
the garish light of day

to watch the corners of our world
gone tender silken plush
with pillows where the edges once
were razor-bristled tough

to spy the winking sun of gold
caressing winter's cheek
in reconciliation of
a coterie unique

to gallavant in powdered jewels
a kingly work of art
to know what winter means to me
and how it warms my heart

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