Frost-Covered Memory MAG

By Katie H., Mt. Prospect, IL

I wrap my arms around her
cuddling as we race across the endless path
she always talked of the beach in winter
we slow, chestnut horses relaxing into a trot
look out across the black-jeweled water
each breath turning frost
venus and mars teasing from above
sand crabs burrow for warmth
the ocean exhales and
with each frigid breath
my nose tingles with frosty anticipation
we slow to a stop
gaze up into the midnight sky
swear we’ll never forget this moment.

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