I sit here lost in thought
a latte perched at my elbow
growing cold
as the winter moon steals overhead

Luminescent blue

coloring the landscaped memories
an icy silver
making a lush growth of greenery
pale into a hyper-visual daylight

Dreamlike

goosebumps prickle my skin
reminiscing on warm summer days

The ones that don't end
Even into the heart of December

Welcoming by instinct the numbness
that this winter moon brings
in the humid hotness of August
knowing that as she sits waiting
on the edge of sunset
I seek the comfort of warmth
warmth I only look for
when she comes

To remind me

of the cold days I embraced
on Winter Moons past
no longer needing her hibernation
but the feeling of Alive!

And I drink my coffee
warmed from within
returning my thoughts
to him.

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