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Snow Night
The wind presses
its palms to the glass.
We unfold wool
blankets in front of the picture
window, tuck in
and fill with sleep
as the fork in the oak
fills with snow. My bundled
dreams romp through
drifts, return blowing
into their cupped hands.
I wake with my fingers
in your hair.
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| David Henson |
David Henson and his wife reside in Illinois, USA. His work has been nominated for multiple Pushcart prizes and has appeared in various journals, including Feed the Holy and Best Microfictions 2025. His X handle is @annalou8. His website is http://writings217.wordpress.
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