Saturday, November 23, 2019

On a Cold Day

On a cold day
in a late Fall
lying behind a dune

or on the south side
of a small hill
in thin sunshine

or in the woods
in dry leaves
as night comes on

the only warmth
the steam
that escapes

when two bodies open
and close
on each other

©2017 Muriel Thumm


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