There are subtle changes
in the air- colder, louder,
the smell of snow. Less blue,
more grey. I see my face
in the outside window clearer than
a mirror, clouds behind me,
eyes filling up with darkness.
You are cleaning the fireplace
like a groundhog burrowing
into the living room. The glass
between us, a wedding veil.
When you lift your head to smile
at me, I know we will survive
another blizzard.
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