Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
Snowflakes
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Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.
She’d buy Free People,
match and mismatch carelessly,
revel in oddball.
J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.
They create out of
nothing whole scenes, entertain
from mere suggestions.
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
She takes such care of
me, reads maps, keeps track of things.
A good friend, and more
Fever like a sun
burn – every surface blazing –
yet chilled to the core.
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.