good thing

29 November 2009 § 1 Comment

good thing
i’m not by a window
because this day is
enchanting
with the perceptive, cool, creeping
Mist that speaks of where you are
by hiding where you’re not

and holds the precious, secret
Gift of deeply breathing
christmas when you look to the
ever-blooming white in the air

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