summer’s finally gone
my crop is strong
I’m bringing it home for my love
I’m bringing it home for our table, and bed
I’m bringing home my harvest of snow
a gift of white
makes eyes so clear
and freezes tears
to cheeks of a ripeness
bodies were made to blush sparkle shine glow harvest of snow
at winter’s touch.
I’m bringing it home for our table and bed
I’m bringing it home for my love
l am reaping the tears of a hundred years
the stalks of sleet, and fruits of frost
we’re far past the oranges, the yellows, and reds
the snow that falls behind your eyes
now blankets our bed
and the sprawl of a world that has grossly dispatched
the greens, and oranges. the yellows, and reds
summer’s finally gone
my crop is strong
I’m bringing it home for my love
I’m bringing it home for our table, and bed
I’m bringing home my harvest of snow
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