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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