Ice-Flower-Eyes
under thinning treetops
rime is setting up to grow
each one walks his single trail
I’d like to breathe a window
into your ice-flower-eyes
detecting sparks of color
in the stock of your seasons
you deny my coming close
the frost might keep us tied
ossified right at the touch
Copyright © Ingrid Laymann | Year Posted 2006
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