Friday, February 5, 2010

Terrifying

Record snowfall, second of the season;
Winter world, everything white.
Lines of vehicles stalled in the drifts;
Others like me slip-sliding along.
Terrifying long, long minutes;
Unsure if I will make home safe and sound.
Staring at the blowing snow;
Thinking of your warm embrace;
Your tender lips, your sweet, sweet taste.
When I am next to you—the terror leaves me;
Enfolded by your loving embrace.


Chuck Connors, January 31, 2010

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