Icce Cold


Timing is everything,
The vapor rises,
high in the sky, tossing to and from,
then freezes, suddenly, and turns,
into a perfect flake of miraculous snow,
For countless miles, drifting all about the world,
whirling about in a swirling free-for-all,
appearing aimless, just like love,
but sensing, seeking out, its destiny.
Falling to and where the two young skaters stand,
hand in hand, then flips and dips and whips
itself about to ever-so-gently land,
a miracle, across her freezing lips,
And just like that it’s gone,
From the wave of heat.

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