Out of thin air,
I pull my thoughts together,
waking from a dream
to find the earth around me
cloaked in white again.
Patience, patience wears thin,
but I know the sun
will do what the sun will do,
and all this snow
will melt away.
And, my love,
my heart and soul
drifts back to you,
I marvel how delicately
you pull me back to you.
Perhaps a gravitational force,
perhaps a light and warmth
greater than the sun,
this grey morning,
you shine.
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