8th of december,
snow layers the lawn,
the fire pit engulfed
by the flames and ember,
alive until dawn.
it's 20 degrees
the river froze over,
kids go out to skate,
the frost trembles your knees,
the sun can only get much closer.
you sip your tea,
wincing every time
the heat burns your tongue,
your smile reaches me
knowing you're mine.
walking through the snow
our footprints disappear,
our noses turn red
but on we go,
the path ahead is clear.
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