a snowy morning

gentle white falling, heaven's soft gift
almost covering the land,
almost made new
and I'm adrift in thoughts of you.

every morning, rich foamy delight in a mug, 
this morning scented cinnamon,
gifts of bounty and promise for toil
and I'm awash in your friendship.

woosh and wings and slack-jawed stare - 
catch it, catch it, I murmur behind the lens
hands shaking.

a brush of majesty, 
and I'm transformed
already and again.

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