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Patches

by Cody Jones

By Cody JonesPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Patches
Photo by Aleksander Pedosk on Unsplash

Our boots fell softly

Into buckets of snow

Dumped on sidewalks,

Rooftops, and forest floors.

As smoke curled from our lips,

And through the limbs of trees above us,

a smile ran across my face.

The wind bit the tip of my nose,

Reminding my why I enjoy the cold.

Our want for warmth

Leads us to clusters in patches.

Warmth found in friction between numbers

Of hands,

Smiles,

And laughter,

Blanketed on faces like snow in a pasture.

Gathered around these flames,

That warmth begins to spread.

From one to one, to one, to one.

From each to other.

To gather together and

To put our hands to our lips,

With our hands and our lips,

Clouded in warmth's sweet smoke.

To bring them to our breath and for

Our breath to be seen and to see

All of us gathered

patched and together.

nature poetry
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