The green expanse of grass
Where Lacey and I daily stroll
Is cold-whitened from the overnight chill.
It scrunches underfoot, resembling
Chinese crisped seaweed
specially bleached.
Above, strewn across the morning blue
White clouds stretched taut
Like varicose veins pulled thin in a late winter sky.
We’re icy cold and missing you
So we’re returning
homeward bound, both dog and I.
Beneath our feet, the pavements sparkle,
In this low morning light,
with a frosting, like diamonds and marcasites.
Ahead, our little thatched cottage beckons
Radiating with your love and warmth
You offer a welcoming mug of steaming coffee
But I defer the delight of sipping momentarily,
Whilst warmed by your kiss,
and your tender love embrace.
And now I'm unfrosted.
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