Winter

Outside is a boneyard
of frost capped houses
a land of white and silver.

We lie together
in our bed of childhood promises,
sheltered from the cold.

It’s snowing,
ice decorates the window
like chandelier crystals.

You reach for my hand,
and we nestle together until
the cold is no more.

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