Secret Ingredients
Frigid
contemplating life
and remembering the dead
this cold winter night
–
the cutting north wind-
heavily laden with
bitter freight
Solstice
absent sounds of night
muffled by the blanket of
winter’s arrival
–
sudden snow
a southbound flight
interrupted
Deception
I’ve changed all my locks
somehow your keys still fit in
and still turn me on
–
cold winds blow
your call comes through
in the dead of night
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