winter retreats

a final
morning as the
ice retreats
baring the
city to
the orange
gently to
the east

by tomorrow
only the furrows
carved by
the glacial
will remain

the skies
blush a light
pink as if
a hundred thousand
blossoms awaken
to dispel
winter from
the sleepy city
as it stretches
to embrace the
rising sun

i murmur my
thanks into the
coffee steam
and my love
into the sunlight
filtered through
the dirty glass


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