From the Land of Frozen Lakes
The sky looks much deeper at night,
Where the seasons are not the same.
The stars are a startling sight
When winter puts summer to shame.
Did you forget how to fashion
A face that conceals your distress?
There is no place for raw passion
When everyone learns to repress.
Turn to the west to discover
A realm of wet fog and white mist.
With luck, you will soon recover
A gentleness that you have missed.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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