have a few moments to throw something together & toss it softly onto the screen

[amuse]

I miss the frost, the days of
sharp ice all around,
and bathing in the albedo
of your love
as your warmth
responded to my reticence

I miss sipping from
diamond straws
now that gravel
turns its face from my feet
upon their return.

I would drink through an oat straw
if I could, if it would bring you back to me.

I remember thinking when I saw
one in your hand that it was a silly thing...
you, you my friend, with
dirt on your knuckles

And fool's gold sparkling
all around you while the
sun shone down.

[PrinceMyshkin]

The title alone put me in a good mood, and then the poem continues in that same modest, unpretentious manner with images that seem to create themselves right on the screen. Thanks.

[amuse]

:)
You're welcome.