Snow

Come to me on a Sunday morning in Winter
Come from a traveled distance I’ll never know
Come through winds & depths of snow
  that’ve withered your smile
  and weighed upon your boots

  Flushed & famished
Keep coming to me
As the howling wolves pick up your scent
Keep coming to me
As your heavy steps crack the thin ice
  Keep coming to me

I will be waiting for your brumal whisper
I will be anxious to lighten your load
I will reclaim your ice-blue heart
from Winter’s grip & Calamity’s bluff

I will be waiting
Keep coming to me
I will be patient
Keep coming to me
I will be holding the
  first days of Spring
  for the sweet sight of you
Keep coming to me

  And as you arrive
See the hillsides melt
Feel the crisp air soften
Hear the cracklings of thaw
  Know that you are home
And good love’s still waiting
In the last drift of snow
In a depth you’ll never know.

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