Dream of Spring

Press your forehead
to the cold glass
against which snow flutters
and sleet ticks
like the winding down
of an old clock.
Close your eyes against
brilliant nothingness
that slices like
a dull knife.
Pull the blanket tight
about your shoulders,
shivering, shivering.
Dream of a sun
gentle as a lover,
sweet and hesitant
as a first kiss.

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