i wonder if the sky's asleep
underneath her quilt of clouds
when autumn's leaves have left
fragile flakes frost our eyelashes
breathing white against the air
the snow melts on our lips
the slumbering sky does not wake
but sometimes stirs in her sleep
an accidental peek
please, sleeping sky, do not sleep long
rest yourself, and then awake
cold loses novelty
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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