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i miss you more this time of year

i miss you more this time of year 
when frost begins to bloom, 
when trees are shivering with fear, 
when mornings start at noon, 
when arid winds change damp and chill, 
when clouds threaten to turn, 
when rain drops on my window sill, 
when hills no longer burn, 
when city streets and memories 
entangle in my mind, 
when highways creep and angels meet 
regret’s all i can find 
    my lantern burns too bright, i fear 
    i miss you most this time of year

--Marin C, Adult