Emerald blue chunks of dipping ice
in aquagreen Lake Michigan.
Words swirl up from my heart echoing and whispering
Never arriving to the glory of the day.
O mighty oak plying your silver fingers to the raging sky!
Silver cloud clutches you in his palm
like a Schoolboy and his yellow marble
Then he tosses you into emerald blue night
Over the frozen sea
Flying you gently home.
I am reaching for you and flying
My words gather me from the street
But my flight is pretended,
I have not left my seat.
Snow madly dances beyond my silent window;
The blizzard blows,
In the winter storm that is your love.
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