Outside, the Snow Looks In, a poem

My snow-strewn fingers
Melt into your hair.
I unfold your arms
Like old Christmas cards.

Red-tinted shadows,
Reaching from the fireplace,
Tickle your palms.

Stretching for my snoozy soup,
Its coiling steam wreathes
Your Rudolph nose.

Your dozy cocoa
Sizzles with mellow murmurs,
Nearly lost in a sleepy song.

Between each sweet froth,
Flames get thinner
And flakes get thicker,
While we quietly pour
Into each other,

Like the snow on the
Outside window sill,
Peeping in.


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