Hoarfrost
by Fox c. 2012
I bear in memory
strolling Yule streets
sodden hem stiffening with rime clinging to boots
packages tucked in my old basket
some freshly wrapped in brown paper from the shops
an enchanted evergreen bough brushed my cheek
as I passed Old Willf selling chestnuts
on the street corner
and I wished it were you.
created for Mr. Knowitall's
G-man 55
and
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