By Jennifer Brookins

Be with me this stormy night when your absence weighs heavily upon my heart for that glitters in Xanadu has lost its charm. I’ve tucked my soul within the boundaries of this poem; secrets I openly share breathe life into my snowbound heart. Will the real you please stand up? In winter your branches become a halfway house for mystical white birds; other days when tedium hangs like rain clouds in the air, red berries appear on your branches in a provocative way. Here I go again talking about nature as though it was you. When spring finally arrives, you give birth to that best part of yourself, myriads of sweet blossom angels sing hallelujahs and rejoice in their air ballet. oh just kiss me and be done with it.

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