After the Storm
While the small Woodstock stores
Came to life
I watched
As shopkeepers
Began their morning jobs
Of shoveling freshly fallen snow
The naked trees
Of the old downtown street
Bent beneath the weight
While I reflected
On the storm
That had battered the town
From the moonless night
Into early morning
Stopping for coffee
I could see you
Out of the corner of my eye
Dancing down the street
From the village square
And even though
I could not look your way
Just knowing it was you
Was all that it took
To feel the cold winter morning
Melt away
And memories of missing you
Come rushing in
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