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this winter weather speaks to me.

this winter weather speaks to me.

the windows are open, cold air winding through, taking with it the last days of autumn and ushering in the arrival of the first snow blackbird is playing on the radio, the foo fighters version i was never a fan of the way the beatles sounded, but the lyrics are good...
that wild, wondrous magic.

that wild, wondrous magic.

i trespass into late hours listening for wings, waiting for something luminous to pierce the night she arrives draped in the last summer green, all gypsy magic with flowers in her hair she knows every secret the dark holds, and her eyes shimmer with the light of a...
mornings can be magic.

mornings can be magic.

sunrise paints the sky with a breath of poetry, all cantaloupe and mint and the same misty morning blue that lives in your eyes we speak in silent languages, in wisps and wants, in feathery clouds that flutter gently against your skin, in silent pictures etched across...
she is summer.

she is summer.

summer always reminds me of her, the feel of line dried clean sheets, the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam being made in the kitchen along with fresh bread and fig cake with pomegranate i wait by the window for the june rains, the heat ushering in wistful memories of...
i am in love with your light.

i am in love with your light.

i dropped through the gray fog on a wild flight beyond the edge of night, and landed in the colors of June i fell into a bright burn world raining roses and stardust i fell into y o u r world, all spring breeze and a summer love covered in sunflower petals, and i was...