Winter

My experience of winter is merely vicarious:

Palms reaching for a falling snowflake.

Fingers placing a checkered scarf around a snowman’s neck.

Arms and legs flapping on soft ground, forming snow angels.

 

I haven’t genuinely experienced the beauty of winter,

but I know it’s never too late.

 

That’s how I feel whenever I look at you.

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