It almost snowed this morning;
odd flakes distracted in the air,
like girls with secret crushes
blushing in his sideways stare.
I almost loved a woman;
odd moments that connected,
like snowflakes sparkling in her hair –
yet which, as courage, later melted.
We almost spoke of feelings;
unsaid, not settling; but biding,
baying – like wolves in winter
from mountains with dusk falling.
Lives almost changing daily,
and landscapes almost smothered
by almost snow and almost love:
almost makes us days to covet.
Actually from a week ago – it’s got warmer since then.
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