The cold awaits me
outside my door
Drivers creep and crawl
atop the blanket
she covered us with
There is no way for me to say no
I must move out and in to the day
that awaits, white and wicked
yet beautifully at rest
Gaia rests
I shall not deny her the slumber she seeks
and so rightfully deserves
She will sleep and I will move on
and out
into the morning
I honor the winter and all she has to teach me
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