Wordle
Early Morning Encounter
Still coatless I pull on woolly socks
As the early mornng shadow chills my spine
The white snow transforms the landscape
From my kitchen window
I see you rise up from
Your bed of twigs
To meet this cold morn
Your daughter is with you
The fullness of your coat
Keeps you unaware
Of the icy flakes
That settle on your back
You have returned
After many days
I will not admonish you
But prefer your presence
Between my teeth
And along my tongue
I taste the metal of your absence
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