softening the crunch of tires
muffling the fall of mittens
that get lost,
in crisps of ice
hardening the rays of sun
melting only in short breaths
caught in speech,
in frosts of night
creaking across frigid floors
relief found in retreat back
under covers,
conjure summer -
light clothes whispering over warm skin
canvas runners
driving barefoot
the sweetness of honeycomb filling
the senses
prairies endless in their green golden glory and skies
and breathe in this country,
this life,
this constant remembering and looking forward
this fullness.
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