We Knelt In The Taiga
Shockingly crisp, clean air
Waking us from slumber
Cotton candy sunrise
Blaze a frozen desert
Bundled from cranium to metatarsal
We set out across the white
Crunching under our feet
Spooking the Redpolls
Blustering winds graze our face
Peach fuzz to frost
Pliable to rigid
She took my hand
We knelt
While the world spun
We knelt
As we turned to smoke
poem by C.R. Blazo
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