Winter is here.
The air gives a hit , a bite like a lover who makes no prejudement and is fudge for a few moments.
And gives all there is to give, going crazy for love,
a dangerous move, so requiring caution.
Cold and tasty like an ice cream that can give you brain freeze.
Quieter than the summer that can smother you.
The winter with the bite of a snake penetrates the memory gnome backed up in the brain.
The accumulated communications of past possibilities that have bubbled up and then iced up
so you can see like a kind of captured crystal while walking across a frozen lake, hearing it cracking.
No stillness like it except the stillness of death.
And the winter's always got a wind coming up, and spring underneath it.
Winter is the season of love just like all the others .
The getting cozy desire got a hold on you.
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