long breath of winter | poem

poetry

a sharp cut of winter blows, ice cements the earth

hoar snow, unwilling to settle long enough

for snowball play, dawn hill climb adventure.

bodies dressed in rags, cover aching bones.

movement over slabs of ice, slush a pigeon grey.

into stores where windows steam

bodies pour in thirsty, taste of warmth.

by a fire where cheeks pink, men drink.

springs blue skie…