Do you see the way the perfect dusting of snow on the towering pine trees matches yet contrasts the dimming greenish-brown of their trunks and needles? Do you see the beautiful pale blue of the sky, the way it holds just the barest hint of pink, a reminder of sunset to come? Well, I do. And it's so perfect my heart aches.
we weren't even close to fairy tales. but
your hands clasped in mine felt like satiny silk
on a wedding dress made for
this warmth that pricks my heart full of
blood and oxygen that tastes of you
every second I think
this is the oldest I have ever been
this is the youngest I will ever be again
this second is gone this one too
tell me I cannot drink the air;
yet the smoke on the horizon curls like a finger,
inviting me to taste February in the wind
and know time is running out
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