Lemons in a White Bowl

this yellow you bring

with dark green still attached

holds pungence in winter

honey and hot lemonade

those child years

Wyoming nights clear and long

ice points of stars through panes

the unheated bedroom

where by morning

breath was preserved frozen

into flowers and fruits

white forests of fern

pleasures and cold comforts

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