Cathedral spires jut out into the ice sky.
Three days of snow are ended;
fragile clouds scatter across a clear glowing blue.
Hard edges are softened, and a muffled stillness has
surrounded the corner of the world.
Peace walks the chambers of the heart,
and a quiet joy arises. There is something to be said for
moments alone.
I will gladly relinquish it all –
when you return.
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