Whipping wind
Chilly frost
Winter
approaching
To cleanse
Earthly realms
and wipe
with wet
white ice
a note
to step back
handle
with a delicate finger
and let nature
take the lead
Then the powder
comes as
a calming reminder
of living
in the moment
kiss my lips
caress my skin
and leave me
Not as you
found me
from R's rue https://ift.tt/3f5V8FN
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