The kiss of winter
Passing lightly upon my lips
Not perhaps the extremes of her world
White and hard and clear
Rather it is a shifting
A subtle variation in shade
Slate blue to charcoal gray
A lengthening of shadow
Still I feel the fall
and the coming season
Chilly mornings, short days
In every breath
Steaming from my lips
The kiss of winter
Passing lightly
In the beginning of the day
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