11 October 2011

these hands

summer's bustle, autumn: gone
silence snowfall has brought on

still, around my dwelling dwell
footprints (yours?) on fallow fell

hearts -still bound- that used to gush
circle, wary of this hush

decades building friendship's home
why the outside coldness roam?

dear friend
these hands
are yours for the taking
-and spring will be breaking

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