the crisp spring air
the gentle cool breeze
the refreshing mountain blast 
shakes even the knees
all bundled up in layers
of down and cotton sweaters
provides warm support
against the piercing cold
a body, sitting all alone
waits for the early sun to rise
in the midst of the chilly fog
enduring the subzero temperatures
and so the magnificent orange ascends
thru the stinging numbness of blue
the only missing piece
of this glorious advent
would be the wonder that is you.
11.14.07, 2.25 - 2.38am
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