The snow glistens like a bedazzled sweater
as we are lifted far above the earth
holding each other, moving in close
to cuddle in the warmth of our embrace.
Lost in the halo of our warm feelings
we sense the moment has less to do with destiny
and more to do with the Master Designer of seasons.
Our down-filled coats keep us warm and toasty,
our mitten-gloved hands grasp each other.
Love has found its place in our hearts,
crowns our smiling faces with soft laughter.
Winter has come to stay for awhile
yet we only know the glisten of time.
Our time is now, our passion is divine.
We are seated on this snow lift
thinking of the days we left behind
and dreaming of what future days will bring us.
But the snow glistens like a winter promise
given to two hearts that were empty.
We are no longer alone, without love.
We are rare jewels that have been found
in the midst of winter snows and late December.
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