some snowfalls
bury scenery,
others liven up
any scene,
and on the tip
of another
winter’s
tongue,
she melts,
while we shun
shivers of
each
tree,
fears urging
fingers
to tug bed covers
that much
tighter.
we wingless
doves.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=
much love.
