Mowing The Snow

You leave me gasping for air
Like there’s a chill on my lungs,

A frost in the air,
All kisses and shivers,

My neck hairs
A wild, dancing crowd
At a winter carnival.

You leave me longing to hold you
Through days, weeks and seasons,

A hibernation extended,
All clocks running skyward,

All dizzy and dazed in my driveway,
Wide eyed at midnight,
Mowing the snow.

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