| Subject: A Wintry Affair |
Author:
Ted Yahraus
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Date Posted: 05:50:16 08/31/02 Sat
Ashen skies kissed white horizon, true lovers they are...
As snow pelts my windshield, winds buffet my car.
Leaving city behind, I seek wonderlands of white lace,
Tires crunching along, constraints aside, I shed life's rat-race.
Jack Frost's seduction holds my eyes to that scene,
Purple cloud-tops march majestically, motion so like a dream.
Breaking an icicle, I feel its cold touch on my tongue,
Transparent diamonds jolt me to memories when I was young.
The vista spun magic, white flakes swirled and danced,
My eyes feasted so hungrily, not missing their chance.
Nude branches, traded green robes so terribly long past,
Now brimming with crystal, in silence, I'm totally agast!
Make no mistake, the day becoming far spent,
Surging realization, from dream-scape I cruelly was rent.
My car creaked and groaned as I wound slowly home,
Another day, I'd return, for the love of it, alone...
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