Secret Ingredients
Mist
in the morning sun
slight pockets of fog linger
on winter hillsides
–
morning mist-
migrating geese
hug the shore
Heat
damp and feverish-
a restful sleep eludes me
on this bed of coals
–
noonday sun-
ice in my glass
long turned to water
Soul
my old tired soul
steeped in warm flowing water
washing me away
–
frozen windows-
winter winds blow
through my soul
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