It Appears I Have it Bad

I do not know from whence arose
this winter love;
in blowing snow and drifted blankets,
in tangled curls and eyes as bright
as the clean sun rings
against the Arctic ice

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Our carbon footprint –
of soft words and measured hands
intent upon discovery-
and her bed – a fulcrum of heat
upon which the earth entire
is balanced
… and warmed
and in the urgency of her embrace,
The sea ice slowly melts

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So this Jewish girl from Brooklyn,
in her blues and blue-eyed sweetness,
has rent my heart and owned it,
and left these doors as wide and open
as sunset on the prairie

(Copyright 2009, Thomas J Burbach)

much peace