WHYGARDEN fifty-six
Writers leave fragments in words
I leave warmth in this space
Soft, lingering sofa surrounds
Hiding the flickering favor in one's gaze
A sudden cool draft through the window crack
Becomes gentle and swaying too
Warm lamplight, close and dear
Yasunari Kawabata wrote in *Snow Country*:
"The train came out of the long tunnel
into the snow country
The earth lay white under the night sky
The train stopped at a signal station..."
Atop the vast snow-capped mountains
Cold, fragmented
The only warmth
Is the irresistible urge to draw closer to you
Distilling a silent, wordless warmth
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