awake, my love, to the snow-lit morning
with frosty fingers falling outside
your shiny window pane.
the radiator, rattly and old, brings
up swirling colours of white and ice
like foggy nose-prints from curious
eyes. see, my love, it’s a beautiful
morning like night forgotten.
rouse yourself from warm-hug sheets
and step into the wonderland
outside the heated walls.

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