Sloe-eyed gaze seeks, lips
pillow soft await your kiss.
Amidst tossed blankets
and rumpled sheets, day begins
new. Come back love. Lay with me.
Shuddering limbs moan
under pelting sting of whip
wind demand; needle
rain rhythm and whitecap crash
cymbal(ize) Wet. Ride my storm.
Woodsmoke-soaked fog lays
over fields flooded; swimming
Trumpeters frolic
against a backdrop of trees
shivering. Welcome, Winter.
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Image courtesy of Dokurtybitz
