enthralled

snow swirls,
clouds my view;
iambic,
pedantic,
all the ways that I ever knew;
lets me escape,
for a brief review:
how did I get here,
surrounded by You?

turns out, it's
no matter,
a discussion for
another day,
as I lay enthralled
with all that
gets in the way.



February 10, 2010, for the Wifey.

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