This winter comes with
the sounds of a man
sitting on a straw
chair
that
sinks
into
sandy
dunes
strumming a guitar
to the beat of bare feet
marching on the sand,
shades of green found
in plaid day scarves
roaming a Christmas market
and fresh seaweed decorating
plates of oysters.
Enriching aromas come
from clover and cinnamon,
pine and enflamed rum, and
bold apples dripping in
sugar candy syrup
by an indoor fireplace-
with reds in the form of
hot wine and berries
on a burning holly branch.
Eyes closed I
take a deep breath
and bring dark
quotidian coffee to
my lips, sipping
winter metaphors before
placing my hands back
in my lap.
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