walking home
cold night
butter knife
slicing ice cream
is the wind in my jacket
slippery streets
slapping sliding under the
moon
wistfully wishing it were
springtime
warm lamp-glow
shadowed head in the
window
where you're
reading resting
wondering at my absence
soft snowflakes
melting on my nose
my cheeks are pink, aglow
coming home
posted by kanadians in korea @ 7:00 AM
1 Comments:
AAh! Another very cute one! Sounds like someone's waiitng at home for you, I think adding that makes this poem really cozy and comforting
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