Haven Sublime
Cinnamon smiles and sleepy cut glass
a blur, flowing colors through windows and passed
Coffee beans crunched into steam in the air
The wind blowing winter through strands of your hair
Mountains in slumber and valleys in hush
Peppermint warmth from the moment we touch
Rest of the world falls in gridlock and twine
but we have found peace in our haven sublime.
Winter is welcome with smores by the fire
We now see the sky, fluid clear with desire
The stars reflect frost on the lawn, in our eyes
With blankets and thermos we head for the skies
Cider and cinnamon, mica cut streams
Breathing in pure like the stuff made of dreams
We polish our souls, unraveling time
for we have found peace in our haven sublime.
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