so bring me winter,
lay the season at my feet
with all its snow and frostbite--
with its cold acerbity,
dangerous fields of ice,
bring me winter
and make it my wedding gift.
all your words could do
was leave me shivering,
but winter,
winter could kill me
or leave me breathless and shaking
at your door.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
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