Lost Girl

He paints patterns on the windows

Quilts the land with snow

Strips the trees of their fancy flutters

And nips cheeks with a pink glow

Yet Jack is on his lonesome

Skates the pond alone

Arms outstretched in an embrace

Still looking for his Jill.

Little Ginge x

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