A Flurry on December 13th

save the snowflakes on your tongue
dissolve the cold in your lungs
hot, burning emotions
sweet, toiling storms;
December and her unlocking of doors.

let the grey clouds roam
descending upon you as a fog
boiling, bubbling emotion
densely tart, a rolling quake;
December and her widening of the gates.

tell your heart not to worry
as the feeling fills you up
simmering slowly under your gloved fingers
live to love as much as you can;
all the Decembers and her ever winding paths.

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