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Longing

by  Ellenna

Posted: Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Word Count: 93




Silver grey sky reminds me of your hair
as I stare into eternal space
impenetrable inscrutable
and no trace of fire
Steel stab pins rain harsh on my skin
I yearn for the smell of apple tree wood
and the hiss and spit of warmth within
instead the ice cold touches
that pierce to my core
A mantle of snow keeps the crocus
from death but the warmth of Spring
is the bringer of colour
Night settles its swathe
in pale mirrors
as I reach for the Moon
in search of the Sun