The Sacrament of Snow
the glow
of candled sea ice
at sundown
snowflakes melting
on our lashes
moonswept
the snowy foothills
u n d u l a t e
a night bird calls
my echo answers
a nimbus
around the frost moon
above us
the hushed wings
of a snowy owl
so many words
for rain and snow
in foreign tongues
yet the language of lovers
remains the same
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