Windy Roses

The heath was white in basking snow

A briar rose bloomed red like fire-glow

We spent quiet hours in fairy dens

Counting jewel snowflakes in the glen

Icicles speared from the mistletoe

We kissed in the rolling winter meadow

The sun was warm, the air was cold

And in you?  A hundred stories untold.

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