A winter blizzard separates us–
you are two miles away,
but may as well be in Sitka.
My normal snowstorm excitement
drifts over with loneliness.
I think I'm craving you,
but what I may be craving
is a tranquil, storm-embraced me.
Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
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