As sleep slips over,
Whilst muscles melt unmoving
Snow drifts rising slowly
Doorways disappearing,
I watched idle hours pass
Just hoping you'd return .
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The­ afterglow gone
The days short/stars dim seemingly/this is only January

A gentle thaw starts/cloud formation broken as/
cold ground soften slowly

In between seasons/march in the middle/
easter around the corner

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through out the evening
the sea swelled seemingly
brimming saying something
sailors staring  safe inside
communication cut
the snow white foam made landfall
salt smelling scene
before them