Winter Blues

Fogged up windows,
Icy breath shivers
Cold water down my

Blue warmth of
Hot kisses from
Cinnamon tea and
Sweet love.

Painful words,
Strummed onto strings
And written onto letters,

Longing gazes
From inside glass windows,
Snowglobed feelings,
Hidden gifts.

Frosted mornings,
Overlooking bluebells,
Snowdrops hanging
Their heads down low.

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