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Valentine |
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It's been a warm day, a good day,
and evening's brought a frosting mist
that billowed 'round and kissed
the disappearing trees with grey.
It's a time between the winter
and the spring - a pause - a portent -
a blessing - a moment
at this crossing of our future.
A moment reeling with pregnancy -
more convincing than the confirmation.
I feel the spirits of Valentine - of birth -
the child to be - of you and me.
our consumation.
our assumption. |
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