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acceptance, ache, boots, grace, love, permission to breathe, poet, poetry, seasons
she reminded him
of autumn –
the deepest dark of fall
a brittle ache
as broken leaves to swirl
breath to shame the summer
predictions of a chill
fingers wrapped
in mittens
prepared to tame
the world
boots
she never polished
for love of angst and leather
sweaters soft
passions to defend
every word she uttered
was redemption from the cold
restored from
angry winters –
by her need
to feel again
. . .
tornadoday 